All I could see was a three-ringed ripple, and beyond that, the semisubmerged silhouette of a fellow student.

Sepia Delft tiles surrounded the fireplace, their crudely drawn Biblical scenes in faded cyclamen blending with the pinkish pine, while above them, instead of a mantelshelf, there was an archway high enough to form a balcony with slender balusters and a tapestry-hung wall behind.

The name of Venus is in deede but bautye, And men me fayrest call, per excellencye.

the informed stars