Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice

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Brutha could see that Vorbis was boiling with fury. A small vein on the side of the exquisitor's bald temple was throbbing.
As if feeling Brutha's eyes on him, Vorbis turned his head.
"You seem ill at ease this morning, Brutha," he said.
"Sorry, lord."
"You seem to be looking into every corner. What are you expecting to find?"
"Uh. Just interested, lord. Everything's new."
"All the so-truth, Brutha. Heresy is often fascinating. Therein lies its danger."
"Yes, lord."
"Hah! And not only do they carve forbidden statues, but they can't even do it properly."
Brutha was no expert, but even he had to agree that this was true. Now the novelty of them had worn off, the statues that decorated every niche in the palace did have a certain badly made look. Brutha was prettcalled wisdom of Ephebe is not worth one line from the least paragraph in the Septateuch," said Vorbis."May we not study the works of the infidel in order to be more alert to the ways of heresy?" said Brutha, surprised at himself."Ah. A persuasive argument, Brutha, and one that the inquisitors have heard many times, if a little indistinctly in many cases."Vorbis glowered at the back of the head of Aristocrates, who was leading the party. "It is but a small step from listening to heresy to questioning established y sure he'd just passed one with two left arms. Another one had one ear larger than the other