Patches of bright blue sky gladdened the gaze, and the sun again shone forth with endazzling lustre.

The satire here is more heavy-handed and the tone more Juvenalian than in any passage in the first volume.

At sunset, which was in a grey bank with moist gold dabs and racks, the whole round of skytime had level clouds naturally lead-colour but the upper parts ruddled, some more, some less rosy.

Meronyms: grip, guard, crossguard, quillons, pommel