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Premierin.com. This is the way I heard it.

In his prison cell, the disgraced tax collector awakens from a dream.

The same dream that haunted him for nearly 20 years. In the dream he's on horseback,

returning from a great battle. Weary and wounded, he's a scarecrow of a man,

riding towards home as a fair maiden rushes to greet him, and his grateful countryman

gather in the streets to shower him with glory and chant his name, the name of a conquering hero.

The dream first came to him when he was a young scholar long before he was falsely accused of

mishandling the crown's money and thrown into the king's jail. Back then, the dream had felt like

a divine prophecy, a sneak peak at the man God wished him to become. So vivid was his dream,

so certain the feeling of providence that accompanied it, that the young scholar had awakened from it

and immediately joined the army, eager to find a glorious quest so that he might fulfill his destiny.

He didn't have to look far. The Ottomans were raising hell in Europe, and the Pope had called upon

the faithful to vanquish the infidel once and for all, a heavenly cause if there ever was one.

So the young scholar swore an oath to his king and prepared to march into hell,

which is precisely where he found himself a few weeks later, specifically in the Gulf of Petrus,

where the Battle of Lopanto was about to commence. Lopanto was the last major naval engagement to

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