1997

UNCLE Hugh wondered who this Spencer boy was that Greg talked about.

He didn't know who Spencer was, but he had to warn Liz to stay away from him and as for Greg, well the did had already been done.

He kept pacing the bedroom till Liz walked in.

"Uncle Hugh?! Is something amiss?" She asked worriedly.

"No not at all" Uncle Hugh said impatiently.

"Oh, thank goodness" Liz calmed her nerves.

"There's a little bit though but doesn't call for alarm" he clasped his hands together now looking strictly into her eyes. "You do remember Emerson your cousin?" Uncle Hugh asked her.

"Yes... Emerson my late Uncle's son" Liz was getting nervous, as she wondered what Uncle Hugh was driving at.

"He fell in love. He fell in love mind you, to a peasant. He fell in love with a county lass from a village neighborhood. They hid their relationship for a long time until your father came to know about it. As expected, everybody was expecting Emerson to stay away from that girl Judith, but he stubbornly continued in the relationship... Well, to cut the story short, your father made do with the girl" he sighed.

"What... What... Happened to the girl?" Liz said frighteningly.

"Rhyndorust VIII killed her!" He spat out.

"Huugh" Liz exclaimed in horror. "Why are you telling me this?" She cried out.

Smiling warmly, Uncle Hugh replied; "you wouldn't want your lover killed. Would you?" He smiled again and left Liz to her lamentation.