John William Waterhouse Destiny 1900

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'You,' she said to Hron, 'will stay here. Or run away, for all I care. But you won't follow us.'
He nodded, and stared after them as they hurried down the passage. 'The door's locked,' said the Fool. 'There's all sorts of noises, but the door's locked.'
'Well, it's a dungeon, isn't it?'
'They're not supposed to lock from the inside!'
It was, indeed, unbudgeable. Silence came from the other side – a busy, thick silence that crawled through the cracks andAnd she realised, in an absolutely clear way, that her padding had slipped down to her waist, her head felt as though a family of unhygienic birds had been nesting in it, and her eyeshadow had not so much run as sprinted. Her dress was torn in several places, her legs were scratched, her arms were bruised, and for some reason she felt on top of the world.
'I think you'd better stand back, Verence,' she said. 'I'm not sure how this is going to work.'
There was a sharp intake of breath. spilled out into the passage, a kind of silence that is worse than screams.The Fool hopped from one foot to the other as Magrat explored the door's rough surface.'Are you really a witch?' he said. 'They said you were a witch, are you really? You don't look like a witch, you look very . . . that is . . .'He blushed. 'Not like a, you know, crone at all, but absolutely beautiful . . .' His voice trailed into silence . . .I am totally in control of the situation, Magrat told herself. I never thought I would be, but I am thinking absolutely clearly.