Rene Magritte Donna

Rene Magritte DonnaArthur Hughes The Long EngagementArthur Hughes The King's OrchardGeorge Inness OctoberAlbert Bierstadt Valley of the Yosemite
swords, what the hell can we do with them? And it's so embarrassing when they start crying.
It was at this moment that the world around him took a green tint and he thought he could make out, right on the cusp of hearing, other voices.
'There's men with swords, Granny!'
'—rend with glowing blades the marvel of the world—' Tomjon said, and the voices at the edge of imagination said. 'No king of mine is going to beg anything off anyone. Give me that milk jug, Magrat.'
'—the heart of compassion, the kiss—'
His sword came up until it was level with Tomjon's throat.
'And all the rest of you shouldn't be standing there like idiots,' he added. 'Come on. Or the boy gets it.'
Wimsloe the apprentice raised a cautious hand.
'What?' said the bandit.
'A-are you s-sure you listened carefully, sir?''That was a present from my aunt.''—this jewel of jewels, this crown of crowns.'There was silence. One or two of the bandits were weeping silently into their hands.Their chief said, 'Is that it?'For the first time in his life Tomjon looked nonplussed.'Well, yes,' he said. 'Er. Would you like me to repeat it?''It was a good speech,' the bandit conceded. 'But I don't see what it's got to do with me. I'm a practical man. Hand over your valuables.'
'I won't tell you again! Either I hear the clink of coins, or you hear a