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Horned woman portrait on the side ribs
Neo-trad · Ribs · Mixed · Photo
A woman's face with curled black hair and gold-shaded ram horns is shown in profile, with a beaded necklace and a black top. Bold black outlines, smooth shading and red-tinged cheeks define the portrait. Grey and gold ornamental scrollwork fills the lower half of the composition beside the figure.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
The horns had come back from the pawnbroker's on Briggate with the gilt flaking off one curl, and Nell Ackroyd spent the whole of Tuesday rubbing it back with a sable brush and a pot of size. Madame Sabine would not go on without them. She had worn the ram's head for eleven seasons at the Empire, a mesmerist's trick that filled the front rows, and she said a woman who could not be wicked in her own hair had no business being wicked at all.
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Nell was twenty and had been sewing for the Empire since the spring. She knew the scrollwork on the bodice had been cut from an old altar cloth, grey silk worked over with gold thread, and that the pearls at the throat were real because Sabine had sold her wedding ring to pay for them. Nobody asked the Madame questions. They paid their penny and went home talking about the look she gave them over the top of the footlights, the slow turn of her head as if she had heard their secrets from across the street.
On the last night the gas failed in the second act. In the dark Nell heard the Madame's voice, low and amused, telling the front row that the horns were only pinned on. Then a match scraped and the house saw her again, lit from below, the gold of the horns catching the flame, her black curls lying over one shoulder like smoke off a snuffed wick.
Afterwards Nell found the ring on the dressing table, polished bright, with a slip of paper beneath it in a looping hand: Keep the horns. Nobody wears them but the one who means it. She slid the ring onto her own finger and it fitted, which she had not expected, and she went down to the stage to fetch the lamps.
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