Portraits by K.L. NooneGlass, art, displays, collectively tantalized. Tall arched doorways and open rooms beckoned with promises of discoveries and adventures, calling students and wanderers in from the central city’s tidy paved streets, the river, the palace, the shops and taverns. Afternoon light streamed through wide windows and warmed the marble museum floors; and just at the moment Gareth felt ludicrously happy, surrounded by tales and people and time. Like magic, come to life in painted faces, expressive eyebrows, secret smiles, intricate fans and jewels, the veils and ruffs and laces of the fashions a century ago, or more.
His own personal bit of history and magic glanced sideways at him, while they lingered in front of a luscious four-hundred-year-old wedding-portrait done in lapi
