Leonardo da Vinci Madonna Litta

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obscurely proud of that. No-one had unsealed the doors and wandered around inside to see if the dead had any old treasures they , but somewhere where they hadn't liked being, probably, and for thoroughly good reasons; it was at times like this he wished he knew more history - and had prayed in the desert and the gods of the place had shown him the Old Kingdom. And he had entered, yea, and taken possession thereof, that it should ever be the dwelling place of his seed. Something like that, anyway. There were probably more yeas and a few verilys, with added milk and honey. But the sight of that great patriarchaweren't using any more. And every day, without fail, food was left in the little antechambers; the commissaries of the dead occupied a large part of the palace. Sometimes the food went, sometimes it didn't. The priests, however, were very clear on this point. Regardless of whether the food was consumed or not, it had been eaten by the dead. Presumably they enjoyed it; they never complained, or came back for seconds. Look after the dead, said the priests, and the dead would look after you. After all, they were in the majority. Teppic pushed aside the reeds. He straightened his clothing, brushed some mud off his sleeve and set off for the palace. Ahead of him, dark against the flarelight, stood the great statue of Khuft. Seven thousand years ago Khuft had led his people out of - Teppic couldn't rememberl face, that outstretched arm, that chin you could crack