The castle was vast, and we were lost moments after leaving the old dukes chambers.
The corridor's walls were lined with awful paintings, so I snorted as we followed Larry our ambassador. Sakaala imitated Gisael and snaked her hand into mine. She stood on tip toes and tried to whisper in my ear. She was still a few inches short.
"What?" she asked softly.
"The paintings," I said and pointed.
She gazed at one and then another. "They're lovely."
I scoffed. "If naked, fat, white people lying on pillows is your idea of lovely, have at it."
She tugged on my hand and I stopped. She pointed at the painting. "See how her finger points up into the clouds where the sun is coming out."
I nodded.
"The artist is communicating something. It was dark but there is hope." She pointed. "See the dark figures with red eyes in the background? They're retreating, they are symbols telling a story."
"I just see a naked fat woman on a pillow."