Eric Rücker Eddison,
The Worm Ouroboros — XVI. The Lady Sriva's Embassage
(1922)
“ For sure I am, Corund is too high-minded to buy advancement at so shameful a price.""Thy talk, wife," said Corsus, "showeth long hair and a short wit. In brief, thou art a fool."He was silent for a space, then raised his gaze to Sriva, where she rested, her back to the massive table, half standing, half sitting, a dainty jewel-besparkled hand planted on the table's edge at her either side, her arms like delicate white pillars supporting that fair frame. Somewhat his dull eye brightened, resting on her. "Come hither," he said, "on my knee: so." ”
