Pablo Picasso Ambroise Vollard painting

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be relied upon. Baal has made a serious mistake.
Without warning, the Grandee kicks the poet in the kidney. Attacked just when he has decided he's safe, Baa! squeals, rolls over, and Abu Simbel follows him, continuing to kick. There is the sound of a cracking rib. "Runt," the Grandee remarks, his voice remaining low and good natured. "High-voiced pimp with small testicles. Did you think that the master of Lat's temple would claim comradeship with you just because of your adolescent passion for her?" And more kicks, regular, methodical. Baal weeps at Abu Simbel's feet. The House of the Black Stone is far from empty, but who would come between the Grandee and his wrath? Abruptly, Baal's tormentor squats down, grabs the poet by the hair, jerks his head up, whispers into his ear: "Baal, she wasn't the mistress I meant," and then Baal lets out a howl of hideous scif-pity, because about to end, to end when he has so much still to achieve, the poor guy. The Grandee's lips brush his ear. "Shit of a frightened camel," Abu Simbel breathes, "I know you fuck my wife." He observes, with interest