Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1508

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got a nephew looking for a career,’ said the troll. ‘Have a nice day.’
‘Right,’ said Dibbler, rubbing his hands briskly. ‘Soll!’
Soll appeared from behind a trestle table loaded with rolled-up plans, and took a pencil out of his mouth.
‘Yes, Uncle?’
‘How long will it take?’
‘About four days, Uncle.’ ‘That’s too long. Hire more people. I want it done by tomorrow, right?’
‘But, Uncle-’
‘Or astonishment as he scurried away. Dibbler started haranguing a group of handlemen. Instructions spouted out of the man like water from a fountain.
‘I reckon no-one’s goin’ to Ankh-Morpork this morning, then,’ said a voice by Victor’s knee.
‘He’s certainly very, er, ambitious today;’ said Victor. ‘Not like himself at all.’
Gaspode scratched an ear. ‘There was sunnink I got to tell you. What was it, now?you’re sacked,’ said Dibbler. Soll looked frightened. ‘I’m your nephew, Uncle,’ he protested. ‘You can’t sack nephews.’ Dibbler looked around and appeared to notice Victor for the first time. ‘Ah, Victor. You’re good at words,’ he said. ‘Can I sack a nephew?’ ‘Er. I don’t think so. I think you have to disown them, or something,’ said Victor lamely. ‘But-’ ‘Right! Right!’ said Dibbler. ‘Good man. I knew it was some kind of a word like that. Disown. Hear that, Soll?’ ‘Yes, Uncle,’ said Soll dispiritedly. ‘I’ll go and see if I can find some more carpenters, then, shall I?’ ‘Right.’ Soll flashed Victor a look of terrified