Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk

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the moorland rimwards of the wood they watched the battle between the trees and Time, which could only have one ending. It was a sort of cabaret to the main Business of the halt, which Was the consumption of quite a lot of a bear which had incautiously come within bowshot of Hrun.
Rincewind grating voice beside him. It was no use.
"-and then I belonged to the Pasha of Re'durat and played a prominent part in the battle of the Great Nef, which is where I received the slight nick you may have noticed some two-thirds of the way up my blade," Kring was saying from its temporary a tussock. "Some infidel was wearing an octiron collar, most unsporting, and of course I was a lot sharper in those days and my master used to use me to cut silk handkerchiefs in mid-air and - am I boring you?"watched Hrun over the top of his slab of greasy meat. Hrun going about the Business of being a hero, he realised, was quite different to the wine-bibbing, carousing Hrun who occasionally came to Ankh-Morpork. He was cat-cautious, lithe as a panther, and thoroughly at Home.And I've survived Bel-Shamharoth, Rincewind reminded himself. Fantastic.Twoflower was helping the hero sort through the treasure stolen from the temple. It was mostly silver set with unpleasant purple stones. Representations of spiders, octopi and the tree-dwelling octarsier of the hubland wastes figured largely in the heap.Rincewind tried to shut his ears to the