Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her Bath

Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her BathLord Frederick Leighton WeddedLord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the SyrenJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and Andromeda
looked down. The Luggage padded out of the darkness. There was a long sliver of scytheblade in its lid.
'It's just the Luggage,' he said.
'But we didn't summon it here!'
'No-one summons it anywhere,' said Rincewind. 'It just turns up. Don't worry about it.'
'Oh. What were we talking about?'
'This red star thing.'
'Right. It's very important that you —'
'Hallo? Hallo? Anyone out there?'
It was a small and squeaky voice and came from the picture box still slung around Twoflower's inert neck.
The happened to you after you really died, the authorities were a little unclear on the subject; a swarthy sailor from the Rimward lands had said that he was confident of going to a paradise where there was sherbet and houris. Rincewind wasn't certain what a houri was, but after some thought he came to the conclusion that it was a little liquorice tube for sucking up the sherbet. Anyway, sherbet picture imp opened his hatch and squinted up at Rincewind.'Where's this, squire?' it said.'I'm not sure.''We still dead?''Maybe.''Well, let's hope we go somewhere where we don't need too much black, because I've run out.' The hatch slammed shut.Rincewind had a fleeting vision of Twoflower handing around his pictures and saying things like 'This is me being tormented by a million demons' and 'This is me with that funny couple we met on the freezing slopes of the Underworld.' Rincewind wasn't certain about what