Jean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907

Jean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907Unknown Artist tango dancersUnknown Artist sweet breathUnknown Artist red backgroundUnknown Artist flower carrier
And froze as she heard the screams, and the thunder of horses, and the deadly whisper of arrows and the damp, solid sound.
'You'd have to be a born fool to be a king,' said Granny.
'Sorry?'
Granny turned. 'Didn't see you come in,' she said. 'What was it you said?'
'Sugar in your tea?'
'Three spoons,' said Granny promptly. It was one of the few sorrows of Granny Weatherwax's life that, despite of spears in flesh. Charge after charge echoed across her skull. Sword met shield, or sword, or bone -relentlessly. Years streamed across her mind in the space of a second. There were times when she lay among the dead, or hanging from the branch of a tree; but always there were hands that would pick her up again, and place her on a velvet cushion . . .Granny very carefully lifted the crown off her head – it was an effort, it didn't like it much – and laid it on the table.'So that's being a king for you, is it?' she said softly. 'I wonder why they all want the job?''Do you take sugar?' said Magrat, behind her