. ’. . all this talk about your son’s loyalty and fidelity has made me feel a sudden urge to go riding. ’ His father scowled. ‘You shouldn't ride in your condition. You could fall from a horse and lose or injure the babe you carry. ’ Holding Styxx’s hand in hers, she paused to smile graciously at him. ‘I never said anything about horse, Majesty. It’s your son I intend to mount and ride. Good day.
Landscapes, even when their general type is similar, are capable of as many expressions as the same type of human face, and, without our being able fully to tell why, affect our spirits as we look at them with as many moods and meanings.