Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida UNA INVESTIGACIoN

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida UNA INVESTIGACIoNWilliam Etty Hero and LeanderBenjamin Williams Leader The Wengen Alps Morning In Switzerland
wide open, they were tightly shut. They seemed to glow.
'You three are privileged to be here,' said the hat through Abrim's slack mouth. 'This is the moment when wizardry stops running,' he glanced witheringly at Rincewind, 'and starts fighting back. You will remember it for the rest of 'He had you thrown in a snake pit!'
'Perhaps I should have taken the hint.'
The vizier started to mutter. Even Rincewind, whose few talents included a gift for languages, didn't recognise it, but it sounded the kind of language designed specifically for muttering, the words curling out like scythes at ankle height, dark and red and merciless. They made complicated swirls in your lives.''What, until lunchtime?' said Rincewind weakly.'Watch closely,' said Abrim. He extended his hands.'If we get a chance,' whispered Rincewind to Nijel, 'we run, right?''Where to?''From,' said Rincewind, 'the important word is from.''I don't trust this man,' said Nijel. 'I try not to judge from first impressions, but I definitely think he's up to no good.'