Andrea Mantegna The Madonna of the Cherubim

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since I was new it would be my turn, and then, you'll never guess what he wanted me to do. The girls said it's the only thing he's interested in.'
'Er.'
'Are you all right?'
'Fine, fine,' Rincewind muttered.
'Your face has gone all shiny.'
'No, Conina, and sighed. 'That's why you mustn't tell him about me you see? I'm just not cut out for a normal life.'
'Telling stories in a harem isn't bloody normal,' said Rincewind. 'It'll never catch on.'
'He's looking at us again!' Conina grabbed Rincewind's arm.
He shook her off. 'Oh, good grief,' he said, and hurried across the room to Nijel, who grabbed his other arm.
'You haven't been telling her about me, have you?' he I'm fine, fine.''He asked me to tell him a story.''What about?' said Rincewind suspiciously.'The other girls said he prefers something with rabbits in it.''Ah. Rabbits.''Small fluffy white ones. But the only stories I know are the ones father taught me when I was little, and I don't think they're really suitable.''Not many rabbits?''Lots of arms and legs being chopped off,' said