I wasn't happy with the previous version of this; too static and stilted. So here it is recomposed, lit with a bit more chiaroscuro... The goblin merchants tempt Laura to buy their fruit, as recounted in Rosetti's poem: One had a cat’s face, One whisk’d a tail, One tramp’d at a rat’s pace, One crawl’d like a snail, One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry.... ...One heav’d the golden weight Of dish and fruit to offer her: “Come buy, come buy,” was still their cry. Laura stared but did not stir, Long’d but had no money: The whisk-tail’d merchant bade her taste In tones as smooth as honey,