This analysis
was donated by
Meike Nederveld.

But Akbar's Cloak was cut from the cloths of time and space, and
these people were not his. Why then, did he feel so strong a sense of
kinship with the denizens of these braying lanes? Why did he
understand their unspeakable Eropean tongue as if it were his own?
('The Enchantress of Florence', Page 141-142)