Frank Dicksee La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Frank Dicksee La Belle Dame Sans MerciBenjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on ThamesGustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger La Fille De FermeSalvador Dali Living Still Life
'Two at a time,' it muttered.' That'sh all. Jusht two, with horshesh.'
Rincewind swallowed, and tried not to look at Twoflower. The man would probably be grinning and mugging like an idiot. He risked a sideways glance.
Twoflower was sitting with his mouth open.
'You're not the usual ferryman,' said Herrena. 'I've been here before, the usual man is a big fellow, sort of —'
'It'sh hish day off.'
'Well, okay,' she said doubtfully. 'In that case – what's he laughing at?'
Twoflower's shoulders were shaking, his face had gone red, and he was emitting muffled snorts. Herrena glared at him, thenHe got no further because a knobbly elbow jerked into his stomach like a piston. His companion looked hard at the ferryman.'Two of you – grab him!'There was a pause. Then one of the men said, 'What, the ferryman?''Yes!''Why?'Herrena looked blank. This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen. It was accepted that when someone yelled something like 'Get him!' or 'Guards!' people jumped to it, they weren't supposed to sit around discussing things.'Because I said so!' was the best she could manage. The two men nearest to the bowed figure looked at each ther, shrugged, dismounted, and each took a shoulder. The ferryman was about half their size.'Like this?' said one of them. Twoflower was choking for breath.'Now I want to see what he's got under that robe.' The two men exchanged glances. 'I'm not sure that—' said one.