The Colour of Magic
“Now it was almost completed, and the slaves hacked away at the last clay remnants of the mantle.
Where other slaves were industriously rubbing its metal flanks with silver sand it was already beginning to gleam in the sun with the silken, organic sheen of young bronze. It was still warm, even after a week of cooling in the casting pit.
The Arch-astronomer of Krull motioned lightly with his hand and his bearers set the throne down in the shadow of the hull.
Like a fish, he thought. A... great flying fish. And of what seas?
'It is indeed magnificent,' he whispered. A work of true art.' 'Craft,' said the thickset man by his side. The Arch-astronomer turned slowly and looked up at the man's impassive face. It isn't particularly hard for a face to look impassive when there are two golden spheres where the eyes should be. They glowed disconcertingly.
'Craft, indeed,' said the astronomer, and smiled.MoreLess
Where other slaves were industriously rubbing its metal flanks with silver sand it was already beginning to gleam in the sun with the silken, organic sheen of young bronze. It was still warm, even after a week of cooling in the casting pit.
The Arch-astronomer of Krull motioned lightly with his hand and his bearers set the throne down in the shadow of the hull.
Like a fish, he thought. A... great flying fish. And of what seas?
'It is indeed magnificent,' he whispered. A work of true art.' 'Craft,' said the thickset man by his side. The Arch-astronomer turned slowly and looked up at the man's impassive face. It isn't particularly hard for a face to look impassive when there are two golden spheres where the eyes should be. They glowed disconcertingly.
'Craft, indeed,' said the astronomer, and smiled.MoreLess
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