Does an artist pay for his show? Or is he paid, in plaudits and fame? What have we done wrong? It was timing, costumes, scene? Or it was something we have said?
Alas! The lover of things new and rare was turned to grumpy philistine. I'm crying out for such a waste. In cell shall now sleep a courtesan. The harlequin will pray the rosary. And the Greyface will get the abbacy.
We have done nothing wrong. We only bought meat and gristle and turned it into living people. If Perpentach envy this magic, I could show him how to do this trick. What was wrong with buying goods Balseraphs were offering? Have my merchants paid too little? Or the good started dream about better life? Tell me, mighty Perpentach, since when the Balseraphs can't bear the dreams and are afraid of fantasies?
Cardith Lorda, Emperor of Kuriotates
Alas! The lover of things new and rare was turned to grumpy philistine. I'm crying out for such a waste. In cell shall now sleep a courtesan. The harlequin will pray the rosary. And the Greyface will get the abbacy.
We have done nothing wrong. We only bought meat and gristle and turned it into living people. If Perpentach envy this magic, I could show him how to do this trick. What was wrong with buying goods Balseraphs were offering? Have my merchants paid too little? Or the good started dream about better life? Tell me, mighty Perpentach, since when the Balseraphs can't bear the dreams and are afraid of fantasies?
Cardith Lorda, Emperor of Kuriotates