BLACK MAGIC. Bowen Marjorie
Читать онлайн.| Название | BLACK MAGIC |
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| Автор произведения | Bowen Marjorie |
| Жанр | Языкознание |
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| Издательство | Языкознание |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9788027247424 |
Marjorie Bowen
BLACK MAGIC
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2018 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-4742-4
Table of Contents
Chapter 13: The Snaring of Jacobea
Chapter 14: The Snaring of Theirry
Chapter 15: Melchoir of Brabant
Chapter 18: The Pursuit of Jacobea
Chapter 20: Hugh of Rooselaare
Chapter 1: Cardinal Luigi Caprarola
Chapter 4: The Dancer in Orange
Chapter 6: San Giovanni in Laterano
Chapter 7: The Vengeance of Michael ii
Chapter 8: Ursula of Rooselaare
Chapter 10: The Evening Before the Coronation
Part I
The Nun
Chapter 1
Sunshine
In the large room of a house in a certain quiet city in Flanders, a man was gilding a devil.
The chamber looked on to the quadrangle round which the house was built; and the sun, just overhead, blazed on the vine leaves clinging to the brick and sent a reflected glow into the sombre spaces of the room.
The devil, rudely cut out of wood, rested by his three tails and his curled-back horns against the wall, and the man sat before him on a low stool.
On the table in front of the open window stood a row of knights in fantastic armour, roughly modelled in clay; beside them was a pile of vellum sheets covered with drawings in brown and green.
By the door a figure of St. Michael leant against a chair, and round his feet were painted glasses of every colour and form.
On the white-washed wall hung a winged picture representing a martyrdom; its vivid hues were the most brilliant thing in the room.
The man was dressed in brown; he had a long dark face and straight dull hair; from the roll of gold leaf on his knee he carefully and slowly gilded the devil.
The place was utterly silent, the perfect stillness enhanced by the dazzle of the blinding sun without; presently the man rose and, crossing to the window, looked out.
He could see the sparse plants bordering the neglected grass-grown paths, the house opposite with its double row of empty windows and the yellowing vine-leaves climbing up the tiled roof that cut the polished blue of the August sky.
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