Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Sewing the Sail

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'Oh no,' he said. 'Where I come from priests are holy men who have dedicated themselves to lives of poverty, good works and the study of the nature of God.'
Rincewind considered this novel proposition.
'No sacrifices?' he said.
'Absolutely not.'
Rincewind gave up. 'Well,' he said, 'they don't sound very holy to me.'
There was a Man with the Universe, that was what he said.'
Rincewind looked sourly at the procession. As the druids spread out around a great flat stone that dominated the centre of the circle he couldn't help noticing the rather pale young lady in their midst. She wore a long white robe, a gold torc around her neck, and an expression of vague apprehension.
'Is she a druidess?' said Twoflower.loud blarting noise from a band of bronze trumpets. Rincewind looked around. A line of druids marched slowly past, their long sickles hung with sprays of mistletoe. Various junior druids and apprentices followed them, playing a variety of percussion instruments that were traditionally supposed to drive away evil spirits and quite probably succeeded.Torchlight made excitingly dramatic patterns on the stones, which stood ominously against the green-lit sky. Hubwards, the shimmering curtains of the aurora coriolis began to wink and glitter among the stars as a million ice rystals danced in the Disc's magical field.'Belafon explained it all to me,' whispered Twoflower. We're going to see a time-honoured ceremony that celebrates the Oneness of