Lord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the Syren

Lord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the SyrenJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and AndromedaGuido Reni The Coronation of the VirginGuido Reni St Joseph
have gone on looking. She admitted that to herself, afterward. But she seemed to have no self-control.
There was a wooden bowl in the middle of the dresser table, full of odd coins, bits of string, and the general detri-tus of the nightly emptied pocket.
And a folded paper.could actually afford a standing army.
Kings and queens and various sub-orders of aristocracy were even now streaming over Lancre bridge, watched by a sulking and soaking-wet troll who had given up on bridge-keeping for the day.
The Great Hall had been thrown open. Jugglers and fire-eaters strolled among the crowd. Up in the minstrels gallery a small orchestra were playing the Lancre one-string fiddle and famed Ramtop bagpipes, but fortunately they were more or less drowned out by the noise of the crowd. Much folded, as if it had stayed in said pocket for some time.She picked it up, and unfolded it.There were little kingdoms all over the hubward slopes of the Ramtops. Every narrow valley, every ledge that some-thing other than a goat could stand on, was a kingdom. There were kingdoms in the Ramtops so small that, if they were ravaged by a dragon, and that dragon had been killed by a young hero, and the king had given him half his king-dom as per Section Three of the Heroic Code, then there wouldn’t have been any kingdom left. There were wars of annexation that went on for years just because someone wanted a place to keep the coal.175Terry PratchettLancre was one of the biggest kingdoms. It