Francois Boucher Adoration of the Shepherds

the very edge of the city and country of Krull was a large semicircular amphitheatre, with seating for several tens of thousands of people. The arena was only semi-circular for the very elegant reason that it overlooked the cloud sea that boiled up from the Rimfall, far below, and now every seat was occupied. And the crowd was growing to regret," said the Arch-astronomer.
"Yes, lord."
"How much longer do we have?"
The Launchcontroller glanced at the rapidly-climbing sun.
"Thirty minutes, your prominence. After that Krull will have revolved away restive. It had come to see a double sacrifice and also the launching of the great bronze space ship. Neither event had yet materialised.The Arch-astronomer beckoned the Master Launchcontroller to him."Well?" he said, filling a mere four letters with a full lexicon of anger and menace. The Master Launchcontroller went pale."No news, lord," said the Launchcontroller, and added with a brittle brightness, "except that your prominence will be pleased to hear that Garhartra has recovered.""That is a fact he may come