“I want to go to London,” she said.
“I don't.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Where I can see into the things that hold the world together.”
“I have loved this wandering—I could wander always. But... Cheetah! I tell you I WANT to go to London.”
He looked over his shoulder into her warm face. “NO,” he said.
“But, I ask you.”
He shook his head.
She put her face closer and whispered. “Cheetah! big beast of my heart. Do you hear your mate asking for something?”
He turned his eyes back to the mountains. “I must go my own way.”