Leonardo da Vinci Head of Christ

Leonardo da Vinci Head of ChristJohn Singer Sargent A Dinner Table at NightLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Winding the SkeinWilliam Bouguereau Love Takes FlightWilliam Bouguereau Birth of Venus
Granny Weatherwax coughed. Then she treated the soldiers holding her to a bright, friendly smile, and pointed to the mound that was now the duchess.
'Take her away and put her in a cell somewhere,' she commanded. The men snapped to attention, grabbed the duchess by her arms, and pulled her upright with considerable difficulty.
'Them,' agreed Granny. 'Most of the per cents in being a king is acting, if you ask me. You ought to be good at it.'
Tomjon looked for help into the wings, where Hwel should have been. The dwarf was in fact there, but he wasn't paying much attention. He had the script in front of him, and was rewriting furiously.
'Gently, mind,' said Granny.She rubbed her hands together and turned to Tomjon, who was watching her with his mouth open.'Depend on it,' she hissed. 'Here and now, my lad, you don't have a choice. You're the King of Lancre.''But I don't know how to be a king!''We all seed you! You had it down just right, including the shouting.''That's just acting!''Act, then. Being a king is, is—' Granny hesitated, and snapped her fingers at Magrat. 'What do you call them things, there's always a hundred of them in anything?'Magrat looked bewildered. 'Do you mean per cents?' she said.