William Bouguereau Le Jour

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Vitoller held up a hand. 'Don't interrupt. I'd got the right dramatic flow there.'
'Sorry.'
Flick, flick, went the stick on the wood shavings, knocking them into the air.
'I mean, you know he's not my flesh and blood.'
'He's your son, though,' said Hwel. 'This hereditary business isn't all it's cracked up to be.'
'It's fine of you to say that.'
'I mean it. Look at me. I wasn't supposed to be writing plays. Dwarfs aren't even supposed to be able to read. I shouldn't worry too much about destiny, if I was you. I was destined to be a miner. Destiny gets it wrong half the timehis plays it was even better than a ghost. There was nothing like a bit of destiny to get the old plot rolling. But it was a mistake to think you could spot the shape of it. And as for thinking it could be controlled . . .
.''But you said he looks like the Fool person. I can't see it myself, mark you.''The light's got to be right.''Could be some destiny at work there.'Hwel shrugged. Destiny was funny stuff, he knew. You couldn't trust it. Often you couldn't even see it. Just when you knew you had it cornered, it turned out to be something else – coincidence, maybe, or providence. You barred the door against it, and it was standing behind you. Then just when you thought you had it nailed down it walked away with the hammer.He used destiny a lot. As a tool for
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