Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Cropped Hair

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few feet away a suit of armour jingled gently. Its pike vibrated in its mailed glove until, swishing through the night air like a swooping bat, it slid down and shattered the flagstone by the Fool's ear.
The Fool sat up and realised he was still shivering. So was the floor.
In Lord Felmet's room the shaking sent cascades of dust down from the ancient four-poster. He awoke from a dream that a great beast was tramping around the castle, and decided with horror that it might be true.
A Among the very many luxuries the duke had dispensed with in his life was that of ignorance. He liked to feel he knew what was going on. The glorious uncertainties of existence held no attraction for him.
'It's the witches, isn't it?' he growled, his left cheek beginning to twitch like a landed fish. They're oportrait of some long-dead king fell off the wall. The duke screamed.The Fool stumbled in, trying to keep his balance on a floor that was now heaving like the sea, and the duke staggered out of bed and grabbed the little man by his jerkin.'What's happening?' he hissed. 'Is it an earthquake?''We don't have them in these parts, my lord,' said the Fool, and was knocked aside as a chaise-longue drifted slowly across the carpet.The duke dashed to the window, and looked out at the forests in the moonlight. The white-capped trees shook in the still night air.A slab of plaster crashed on to the floor. Lord Felmet spun around and this time his grip lifted the Fool a foot off the floor.