Arthur Hughes The King's Orchard

Arthur Hughes The King's OrchardArthur Hughes PhyllisFranz Marc Zwei Katzen
it was coming apart... No, something was getting off its back.
The something was a man.
She could see him quite clearly, even at that distance; the moonlight was brilliant, and her eyes were adjusted to it. She looked through the spyglass, and put the matter beyond doubt: it was a human figure, radiating Dust.
He was poured icy water over her heart. Every separate hair on her flesh stirred.
She was too far away to do anything: even if she'd shouted, he wouldn't have heard. She had to watch as he stepped into the village, looking to the left and right, stopping every so often to listen, moving from house to house.carrying something: a long stick of some kind. He came along the path quickly and easily, not running, but moving like an athlete or a hunter. He was dressed in simple dark clothes that would normally conceal him well; but through the spyglass he showed up as if he were under a spotlight.And as he came closer to the village, she realized what that stick was. He was carrying a rifle.She felt as if someone had