As I sat upon a mountainside, with all the world before me, I observed the sun, high in the sky, running its daily course. And I thought to myself, Isn't this the way things are supposed to be? And the answer came easily, without any doubt, without remorse.
That had been Xavier’s dream. And then the dream had become reality. And then life had happened. A hundred things beyond Xavier’s control had come and punched hole after hole in his dream. And Xavier’s idyllic vision of being lord of an estate began to crumble, as slowly but surely as the deteriorating mortar between the stones of the castle walls.