Tears of the Madonna.
I find myself thinking back to the days when the old king still sat upon the throne—and to Jestyn's weeping then. I have always believed he was a fool who carried his kingdom and his people in his heart, even to the point of taking the life of that very king to whom he had once offered his collar. How did that weeping child become the man he is now? It aches me to wonder, and I am so deeply, so helplessly curious. So in a burst of feeling, I created this image—"Tears of the Madonna"—for Jestyn.
(This is a different color version.)















