Alphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of Paris

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Lord Felmet sat back in his throne and beamed madly at the world, which was looking good right at the moment. Things were working out better than he had dared to hope. He could feel the past melting behind him, like ice in the spring thaw.
On an impulse he called the footman back.
'Call the captain of the guard,' he said, 'and tell him to find the witches and arrest them.'
The duchess snorted.
'Remember what happened last time, foolish man?'
'We left two of them loose,' said the duke. 'This time . . . all three. The tide of public feeling is on our side. That sortI am Death, 'Gainst Whom No . . . no . . . no . . . Hwel, 'gainst whom no?'
'Oh, good grief, Dafe. " 'Gainst whom no lock will hold nor fasten'd portal bar", I really don't see why you have difficulty with . . . not that way up, you idiots!' Hwel strode off through the backstage melee in pursuit of a pair of importunate scene shifters. of thing affects witches, depend upon it.'The duchess cracked her knuckles to indicate her view of public opinion.'You must admit, my treasure, that the experiment seems to be working.''It would appear so.''Very well. Don't just stand there, man. Before the play ends, tell him. Those witches are to be under lock and key.' Death adjusted his cardboard skull in front of the mirror, twitched his cowl into a suitable shape, stood back and considered the general effect. It was going to be his first speaking part. He wanted to get it right.'Cower now, Brief Mortals,' he said. 'For