At the end of the week this weblog, like a romantic intervention by Zorro, will vanish into the misty night leaving behind only the promise, as the signature of his sword proclaims, to remain watchful and to return again heroically when needed.
So too, Santiago Matamoros will one day come again on his winged steed to beat back the awful Mohammedan hordes and to help usher in an age of peace on Earth. The mighty Moor Slayer will ride yet again at the head of the great battle.
One faith!
One crown!
All others be damned.
To be sure, our journey will be arduous and our path—whatever its ultimate direction— perilous, but our glorious eventual victory is preordained.
Listen: Already, the distant strains of triumph burst agonized and clear.
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