Thomas Moran Sunset on the Moor

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unsuccessful effort to look presentable. It wasn't easy. They had been snatched from their workrooms, or a postprandial brandy in front of a roaring fire, or quiet contemplation under a handkerchief in a comfy chair somewherethe big double doors as if they were about to explode, which shows how prescient they were, because they exploded. Matchstick-sized bits of oak rained down among them and a small thin figure stood outlined against the light. It held a smoking staff in one hand. The other held a small yellow toad.
'Rincewind!' bawled Albert.
'Sir!', and all of them were feeling extremely apprehensive and rather bewildered. They kept glancing at the empty pedestal.Only one creature could have duplicated the expressions on their faces, and that would be a pigeon who has heard not only that Lord Nelson has got down off his column but has also been seen buying a 12-bore repeater and a box of cartridges.'He's coming up the corridor!' shouted Rincewind, and dived behind a pillar.The assembled mages watched