Unknown Artist Persian woman pouring wine

Unknown Artist Persian woman pouring wineAlbert Moore ShellsAlbert Moore Midsummer
thick with dust as the flying stones ground together. She thumped the carpet.
'Take off, you blasted mat! Arrgh!'
A piece of cornice clipped her shoulder. She rubbed the bruise irritably, and turned to Rincewind, who was sitting with his knees under his chin and his hat pulled down over his head.
'Why doesn't it work?' she said.
'You're not saying the right words,' he said.
'It doesn't understand the language?'
'Language hasn't got anything to do with it. You've neglected something fundamental.'
'Well?'
'Well The hat rose some more. 'You're quite sure?' said Rince­wind.
'Yes!'
Rincewind cleared his throat.what?' sniffed Rincewind.'Look, this isn't the time to stand on your dignity!''You keep on trying, don't you mind me.''Make it fly!'Rincewind pulled his hat further over his ears.'Please?' said Conina.The hat rose a bit.'Wed all be terribly bucked,' said Nijel.'Hear, hear,' said Creosote.
'Down,' he commanded.
The carpet rose from the ground and hovered expect­antly