AT DAWM of Good Friday in the next year, A.D. 533, criers went through the distnicts shouting: "Old derelicts-- go back to your home. Go flying!" They shouted in the Greek koiné, the popular dialect the derelicts would understand.
Close to what was left of the Samson hospital stood the scorched brick walls of a hostel for the aged homeless. Custom ordained that in the morning of Good Friday, before the hours of the Passion, the ruler of Constantinople would walk like any ordinary citizen to this hostel and there make his gifts to the inmates. Since their hostel had burned down, the old people, who had holed up elsewhere, could not decide whether the Emperor would appear to make his gifts. After the criers summoned them, they scurried and helped each