Tamara de Lempicka Two Girls

Tamara de Lempicka Two GirlsTamara de Lempicka The Musician in BlueTamara de Lempicka Reclining NudeTamara de Lempicka Portrait of MadameTamara de Lempicka Kizette on the Balcony
callst me an evil king, though thou wisperest it so none save I may hear it,' Tomjon croaked. 'And thou hast summoned the guard, possibly by some most secret signal, owing nought to artifice of lips or tongue.'
A guard came him were staring fixedly at the witches. Looming up in front of him with all the inevitability of a tax demand was a sword fight during which, it was beginning to appear, he would have to parry his own wild thrusts and stab himself to death.
He turned to the three witches. His mouth opened.
For the first time in his life his awesome memory let him down. He could think of nothing to say.
Granny Weatherwax stood up. She advanced to the edge of the stage. The audience held its breath. Sheon crabwise, still stumbling from Hwel's shove. He stared at Granny Weatherwax.'Hwel says what the hell's going on?' he hissed.'What was that?' said Tomjon. 'Did I hear you say / come, my lady?''Get these people off, he says!'Tomjon advanced to the front of the stage.'Thou babblest, man. See how I dodge thy tortoise spear. I said, see how I dodge thy tortoise spear. Thy spear, man. You're holding it in thy bloody hand, for goodness' sake.'The guard gave him a desperate, frozen grin.Tomjon hesitated. Three other actors around