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“Praise Rilsaar!”
“Praise the Wall God!”
The future father-in-law and future son-in-law sat facing each other.
“Hah,” Bede sighed, his body visibly relaxing. Karon did the same, and he leaned back slightly.
Eunice approached with a tray that held two hot rolled towels. Using tongs, she handed one to her father and the other to Karon. Both men unfolded their towels with their fingers, shook them lightly to release a bit of heat, and then laid them over the backs of their hands.
Bede used his towel to dry his hair, while Karon pressed his to his face.
“Eunice,” Bede said. “Your grandfather and second uncle will come back soon. Prepare towels for them as well.”
“Yes, Father.”
After Eunice left, Bede hung his towel over the easel and stood. “Young Master Karon, I think it would be better if we spoke in the study.”
“Alright.” Karon also draped his towel over the easel, but it failed to catch and slipped down, smearing the center of the painting. It happened to divide the figures standing beneath the eaves from the distant performance hall, creating the impression of two separate worlds within the same painting.
Standing behind him, Bede admired the effect. “That is artistic inspiration.”
Karon smiled. “It was an accident.”
Bede shook his head. “Many artists draw inspiration from accidents. They’re simply reluctant to admit it, or no one believes them when they do.”
“I believe the words...
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