“Las Meninas, your Majesty,” Diego Velázquez said, as he watched King Philip IV sample a spoonful of caldo gallego with his prominent Habsburg lips. The soup was too hot, and the king of Spain was in a foul mood.
Tread carefully, Diego . . .
“It is a painting that I will create in twenty-one years,” he continued, “or, rather, would have created if the . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff