Edward Hopper Les Pont Royal

man surrounded by three young women. He wore a purple robe interwoven with gold thread; they, as far as Rincewind could see, demonstrated that you could make six small saucepan lids and a few yards of curtain netting go a long way although - he shivered - not really far enough.
The man appeared to be writing. He glanced up at them.
'I suppose added.
'Really, how tiresome,' said the fat man, and clapped a pair of hands so heavy with rings that the sound was more of a clang. Two guards stepped forward smartly and cut the bonds, and then the whole battalion melted away, although Rincewind was acutely conscious of dozens of dark eyes watching them from the surrounding foliage. Animal instinct told him that, while he now appeared to be alone with the man and Conina, any aggressive moves on his part would suddenly make the world a sharp and painful place. He tried to radiate tranquillity and total friendliness. you don't know a good rhyme for "thou"?' he said peevishly.Rincewind and Conina exchanged glances.'Plough?' said Rincewind. 'Bough?''Cow?' suggested Conina, with forced brightness.The man hesitated. 'Cow I quite like,' he said, 'Cow has got possibilities. Cow might, in fact, do. Do pull up a cushion, by the way. Have some sherbet. Why are you standing there like that?''It's these ropes,' said Conina.'I have this allergy to cold steel,' Rincewind