“It's an awful long way to go if you don't know what you're looking for.”
“I have a feeling, a belief, whatever you like to call it, but all I know is when I get there, everything will become clear.”
“And if you find what you're looking for, what then?”
Lambert turned his eyes to the old manservant and held his concerned stare. “Then I'll stay and you can have this place.”
Sinclair appeared stunned and for a moment couldn't speak. Lambert stood up, put the kettle on to boil again and waited, staring into nothing. So deep in thought did he become he did not even hear Sinclair leave the room, with Megan always so close.
He dreamed in the night, a confused and haphazard collection of images of dark twisting corridors winding through the interior of a dripping, dank castle. He stopped and
