Titian Emperor Charles

Titian Emperor CharlesBartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit SellerFilippino Lippi The Marriage of St Catherine
And Om pulled himself up the slope of a small hill. So it came to this, then. There was only one way to get to the Citadel now.
It was a million-to-one chance, with any luck.
And Brutha stood in front of the huge doors, oblivious to the crowd and the muttering guards. The Quisition could arrest anyone, of looking at the state of his own mind and thinking: perhaps the Great Prophets felt like this all the time.
The thousands inside the temple were looking around in confusion. The choirs of lesser Iams paused in their chant. Brutha walked on up the aisle, the only one with a purpose in the suddenly bewildered throng.
Vorbis was standing in the center of the temple, under the vault of the dome. Guards hurried toward Brutha, but Vorbis raised a hand in a gentle but very positive movement.but the guards weren't certain what happened to you if you apprehended an arch­bishop, especially one so recently favored by the Prophet.Just a sign, Brutha thought, in the loneliness of his head.The doors trembled, and swung slowly outwards.Brutha stepped forward. He wasn't fully conscious now, not in any coherent way as understood by normal people. Just one part of him was still capable