Claude Monet Water-Lilies 1914

Claude Monet Water-Lilies 1914Claude Monet The Seine at Rouen IClaude Monet The Road Bridge at Argenteuil
wondering whether it was time to change the fat or let it bide for another year. He turned as Mort slid into a chair.
'You had a busy tune of it, then,' he said. 'Gallivanting all over the place until all hours, I heard. I could do you an egg. Or there's porridge.'
'Egg, please,' said Mort. He'd never plucked up the courage to try Albert's 'The master wants to see you after,' Albert added, 'but he said you wasn't to rush.'
'Oh.' Mort 'In Ankh, of course.'
'What?' said Mort. They don't have kings in Ankh-Morpork, everyone knows that!'
'This was back a bit, I said,' said Albert. He poured himself a cup of tea from Death's personal teapot and sat down, a dreamy look in his crusted eyes. Mort waited expectantly.
'And they was kings in those days, real kings, not like stared at the table. 'Did he say anything else?''He said he hadn't had an evening off in a thousand years,' said Albert. 'He was humming. I don't like it. I've never seen him like this.''Oh.' Mort took the plunge. 'Albert, have you been here long?'Albert looked at him over the top of his spectacles.'Maybe,' he said. 'It's hard to keep track of outside time, boy. I bin here since just after the old king died.''Which king, Albert?''Artorollo, I think he was called. Little fat man. Squeaky voice. I only saw him the once, though.''Where was this?'