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Archibald Craven sees no need to leave Milliways. He never does have a destination in mind when he travels, other than away from Yorkshire, and as he told Raguel last night, he can hardly go any further than the end of the universe.
Archibald has spent the day walking in the grounds and woods out back. At some point, when he was far enough in the woods that he could not see the lake or the bar building at all, a strange fancy overtook him. He thought he heard Lilias singing, not in his mind, not in a memory, but real, alive, in that very forest. If he walked a little further, Archibald thought, just to the next tree or the tree after that, he might hear the words of her song-- but he walked and walked and walked, and Lily's voice came no closer.
At length Archibald realised that he was growing tired, and hungrier than he had been in a long time. With difficulty, he found his way out of the woods. Now he is seated at a table in the main room, eating a hearty dinner of roast beef and potatoes and drinking a glass of good red wine.
Archibald has spent the day walking in the grounds and woods out back. At some point, when he was far enough in the woods that he could not see the lake or the bar building at all, a strange fancy overtook him. He thought he heard Lilias singing, not in his mind, not in a memory, but real, alive, in that very forest. If he walked a little further, Archibald thought, just to the next tree or the tree after that, he might hear the words of her song-- but he walked and walked and walked, and Lily's voice came no closer.
At length Archibald realised that he was growing tired, and hungrier than he had been in a long time. With difficulty, he found his way out of the woods. Now he is seated at a table in the main room, eating a hearty dinner of roast beef and potatoes and drinking a glass of good red wine.