
Today I told them to paint that tree instead of my face, and not one of them could lift a brush. The tree will probably outlast me anyway.
Your Highness, painters fear a picture with no orders more than anything else. It's always the brush that risks its neck.
I painted it, Your Highness. Three branches. I hope it pleased you.
The zelkova's shade is short. Don't stand out here too long.
