Franz Marc Reh im Klostergarten

Franz Marc Reh im KlostergartenFranz Marc Pferd in LandschaftFranz Marc KüheFranz Marc Horse in a Landscape
early morning in Lancre town, and it was more or less deserted. Farmers had got up hours before to curse and swear and throw a bucket turned slowly with his arms spread wide.
“See that tavern?” he said. “Hah! If I had a penny for every time they threw me out of there, I’d have . . . five dol-lars and thirty-eight pence. And over there is the old forge, and there’s Mrs. Persifleur’s, where I had lodgings. See that peak up there? That’s Copperhead, that is. I climbed that one day with old Carbonaceous the troll. Oh, great days, great days. And see that wood down there, on the hill?
That’s where she—“
His voice trailed into a mumble. “Oh, my word. It all comesat the cows and had then gone back to bed.The sound of the horn bounced off the houses.Ridcully leapt out of the coach and took a deep, theatri-cal breath.“Can’t you smell that?” he said. “That’s real fresh moun-tain air, that is.” He thumped his chest.“I’ve just trodden in something rural,” said Ponder.“Where is the castle, sir?”“I think it could be that huge black towering thing loom-ing over the town,” said Casanunda.The Archchancellor stood in the middle of the square and