Christmas market @ Frankfurt am Main; 2012-12-16
One mass of silver. Menacing, terrible, with vizard down and jousting-lance at charge. Then suddenly a blind rage like a flame swept over him and hurled him to his feet— and there, within an arch at the stair-top and screened behind a painted hanging-cloth of coiled gold serpents ready to make spring, ignoble Death stood, and heard the trumpets blaring for the Queen.
from Wyndham Towers, by Thomas Bailey Aldrich