Hylas and the Nymphs

Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
leonardo da vinci self portrait
Boushh stepped up and studied the frozen face of the space pirate. He touchedSolo's carbonized cheek, curiously, as if it were a rare, precious stone. Cold andhard as diamond. For a few seconds he examined the controls at the side of the slab, then activateda series of switches. Finally, after one last, hesitant, glance at the living statue beforehim, he slid the decarbonization lever into place. The casing began to emit in a high-pitched sound. Anxiously Boushh peered allaround again, making certain no one heard. Slowly, the hard shell that was coveringthe contours of Solo's face started to melt away. Soon, the coating was gone fromthe entire front of Solo's body, freeing his upraised hands—so long frozen inprotest—to fall slackly to his sides. His face relaxed into what looked like nothingso much as a death-mask. Boushh extracted the lifeless body from its casing andlowered it gently to the floor. He leaned his gruesome helmet close to Solo's face, listening closely for signs oflife. No breath. No pulse. With a start, Han's eyes suddenly snapped open, andhe began to cough. Boushh steadied him, tried to quiet him—there were still guardswho might hear.