Rembrandt Belshazzar's Feast

Rembrandt Belshazzar's FeastJohn Singer Sargent Sargent PoppiesLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll
is forbidden, as well you know,' said Spelter. 'Anyway, it's totally ridiculous! I don't know who did the doors for him, but I will not stand here and see you waste all our time-‘
'Now, now,' a theatrical flourish, he rolled up the sleeve of his left arm and extended his hand.
The assembled wizards watched with interest. Eighth-levels were above magic, as a rule, spending most of their time in contemplation -normally of the next menu - and, of course, avoiding the attentions of ambitious wizards of the seventh-level. This should be worth seeing.
Billias grinned at the boy, who returned it with a stare that focused on a point asaid Billias. 'What's your name, lad?''Coin.''Coin sir,' snapped Spelter.'Well, now, Coin,' said Billias. 'You want to see the best I can do, eh?''Yes.''Yes sir,' snapped Spelter. Coin gave him an unblinking stare, a stare as old as time, the kind of stare that basks on rocks on volcanic islands and never gets tired. Spelter felt his mouth go dry.Billias held out his hands for silence. Then, with