Thomas Moran The Wilds of Lake Superior

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of the kings of Lancre for many years, and it showed. His body was standing to attention. Despite all his efforts his stomach stood at ease.
The duke's gaze fell on the Fool, who was sitting on his stool by the throne. The hunched figure looked up, embarrassed, and gave his bells a half-hearted shake.
The duke reached a decision. The way to progress, he'd found, was to find weak spots. He tried to shut away the thought that these included such married,' he said. 'Advise me, my Fool.'
'I'faith, nuncle—' said the Fool.
'Nor am I thy nuncle. I feel sure I would have remembered,' said Lord Felmet, leaning down until the prow of his nose was a few inches from the Fool's stricken face. 'If you preface your next remark with nuncle, i'faith or marry, it will go hard with you.'these parts, don't you?' said the duke.
'Ma – Yes, sir.'
'So you would know all about the native beliefs and so on?'
'I suppose so, sir. Prithee