Leonardo da Vinci Head of Christ

Leonardo da Vinci Head of ChristJohn Singer Sargent A Dinner Table at NightLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Winding the Skein
some boxes and cases piled by the bed. So ... a guest room.
The thoughts trickled through the silence of her brain, one after another.
She lady.”
The window was no escape this time. There was the bed to hide under, and that’d work for all of two seconds, wouldn’t it?
Her eye was drawn by some kind of horrible magic back to the room’s garderobe, lurking behind its curtain.
Magrat lifted the lid. The shaft was definitely wide enough to admit a body. Garderobes were notorious in that respect. Several unpopular kings had met their end, as it were, in the garderobe, at the hands of an assassin with good climbing ability, a spear, and a fundamental approach to politics.wondered if they’d sing to her, and if she could stand it again. Maybe if you knew what to expect. ..There was a gentle tap at the door.“We have your friends downstairs, lady. Come dance with me.”LQR06 ftffD LftQ/£6Magrat stared desperately around the room.It was as featureless as guest bedrooms everywhere. Jug and basin on a stand, the horrible garderobe alcove inade-quately concealed behind a curtain, the bed which had a few bags and bundles tossed on it, a battered chair with all the varnish gone and a small square of carpet made gray with age and ground-in dust.The door rattled. “Let me in, sweet