Limoges Cathedral, France
"Glorious, Master Renoir, simply glorious," François de Lafayette said, trailing a finger down the palm-sized icon. "Their Majesties cannot help but be pleased when I present your gift to them at the christening."
Master Renoir bowed, his face hard as he bowed over his worn, but serviceable, workman's clothes. Renoir was a surprisingly thickset man, given his place as Limoges's premier artist in a craft that required delicate skill. It was also, Bishop . . .
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