Titian Emperor Charles

Titian Emperor CharlesBartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit SellerFilippino Lippi The Marriage of St CatherineFilippino Lippi Allegory
mysterious incident in another Eventuality. It is of course the privilege of gods to control their apparent outward form, even to other gods; the Fate of the Discworld was currently a kindly man in late middle age, greying hair brushed neatly around features that a maiden would confidently proffer a glass of small beer to, should they gods.
Fate raised an eyebrow.
"And no cheating, Lady." he said.
"But who could cheat Fate?" she asked. He shrugged.
"No-one. Yet everyone tries."
"And yet, again, I believe I felt you giving me a little assistance against the others?"
"But of course. So that be the sweeter, lady. And now..."
He reached into his gaming box and brought forth a piece, setting appear at her back door. It was a face a kindly youth would gladly help over a stile. Except for his eyes, of course. No deity can disguise the manner and nature of his eyes. The nature of the two eyes of the Fate of the Discworld was this: that while at a mere glance they were simply dark, a closer look would reveal - too late! - that they were but holes opening on to a blackness so remote, so deep that the watcher would feel himself inexorably drawn into the twin pools of infinite night and their terrible, wheeling stars...The lady coughed politely, and laid twenty-one white chips on the table. Then from her robe she took another chip, silvery and translucent and twice the size of the others. The soul of a true Hero always finds a better rate of exchange, and is valued highly by the