All at once, the Emperor began to whistle. He really did purse his lips, the wings of his dundrearies moved a little closer together, and the Emperor whistled a tune, a familiar, if somewhat distorted tune.

At first, in the pines, he had worked as a topper in his strong and boldest days, walking up the trees two hundred feet […]

Lilia leaned over the side and Merovinge rose up and touched her nose with the tip of her dolphin's bottlenose while Clovis said, The water is quite pleasant folks.

Velsen, a considerable Roman garrison, was not far away; moreover, for centuries the windy IJ formed part of the northern border of the Roman Empire.