The next day Rebecca rode to the tor and sat a long time. She sat under the gaze of the great-uncle mountains, their usual disapproval tinged by some sort of familial sympathy. She hoped these mountains wouldn’t be ashamed of being loved by her. It was her saddest day. On her saddest day, why wouldn’t he be here? It made you wonder why then and not now. It made you feel longing and lonesome.
