Alexander's gaze came to her face which remained turned from him. There was sadness. It was consuming.
He hated it.
"How did he die?" He should have required Mr. Macquoid to find out.
The tune resumed, quietly turning into a beautiful symphony.
"Beth had always wanted to see the world and in a way, she did, through books, tales told by the merchants in the marketplace, and through maps. My sister loves to study maps. I could never understand the crossing lines and the coloured regions."
The roads and the seas? Alexander almost chuckled but said no word. She was a delight.
"Since she could not be able to travel, considering our family's fortune, she took to hill climbing." The song stopped abruptly. Guinevere turned to him. "She swore she would climb the hill at westside manor, and every hill after that, simply to gaze upon the open plains."
