Thomas Kinkade Sunset on Lamplight Lane painting

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man and two women," said the first sentinel. He hurried to the far side of the tower; a stomach-startling motion, since the tower tilted so that half of the sentinels' sky was sea. The castle sat on the edge of a cliff which dropped like a knife blade to a thin yellow shore, frayed bare over green and black rocks. Soft, baggy birds squatted on the rocks, snickering, "saidso, saidso."
The second man followed his comrade across the tower at an easier pace. He said, "A man and a woman. The third one, in the cloak—I am not mail—rings, bottlecaps, and links of chain sewn onto half-cured hides—and their faces were invisible behind rusted visors, but the second sentinel's voice and gait
alike marked him as the elder. "The one in the black cloak," he said again. "Do not be too sure of that one too soon."
But the first sentinel leaned out into the orange glare of the tipped-up sea, scraping a few studs loose from his poor armor on the parapet. "It is a woman," he declared. "I would doubt my own sex before hers."
"And well you may," the other observed sardonically, "since