Thomas Gainsborough Mary Countess of Howe

Thomas Gainsborough Mary Countess of HoweThomas Gainsborough John PlampinThomas Gainsborough Evening Landscape Peasants and Mounted FiguresThomas Gainsborough Conversation in a Park
'His name's Twoflower. He isn't from these parts.'
'Doeshn't look like it. Friend of yoursh?'
'We've got this sort of hate-hate relationship, yes.'
Rincewind couldn't see his captor, but by the feel of it he had a body made of coathangers. He also smelt strongly of peppermints.
'He hash got guts, I'll give him that. Do exshactly what I shay and it ish just poshible he won't end up with them wrapped around a shtone.'
'Urrr.'
'They're not very ecumenical around here, you shee.'
It was at that moment that the moon, in due obedience to the laws of persuasion, rose, although in deference to he laws of computing it wasn't anywhere near where the stones said it should be.
But his hand, and the squelchy voice behind him said, 'You ever done this short of thing before?'
'What sort of thing?'
'Rushed into a temple, killed the prieshts, shtolen the gold and reshcued the girl.'
'No, not in so many words.'what was there, peeking through ragged clouds, was a glaring red star. It hung exactly over the circle's holiest stone, glittering away like the sparkle in the eyesocket of Death. It was sullen and awful and, Rincewind couldn't help noticing, just a little bit bigger than it was last night.A cry of horror went up from the assembled priests. The crowd on the surrounding banks pressed forward; this looked quite promising.Rincewind felt a knife handle slip into
'You do it like thish.'
Two inches from Rincewind's left ear a voice broke into a sound