He never married since his betrothal to her, and rarely did he ever have relations with women. The only woman since Charnan, who interested Lloyd in the slightest, was his father's maid-servant, Torella.
She drew and teased his desires from him, until with her scalding passion gave her body to him, before she left the Bartlett household with a wandering artisan.
He never found out whether it was Torella's desire to leave or his father's desire to expel her; so to keep him from fraternising with the lower-classed help.
Lloyd's second love was removed from him and since that time he had never again engaged himself with thoughts of love and passion.
He was deeply depressed and Boyce's voice was the welcomed hammer that shattered his flagonful of thoughts.
"Have you ever wondered about the moon's perfection, Lloyd?" asked Boyce and Lloyd responded with a questioning mumble. "There are large holes on the moon and mountains, larger than any in Krolalin."
Lloyd turned on his side, faced Boyce and reached for the eye-glass.
He looked at the moon and agreed with what Boyce had said.
Boyce continued. "It's strange how it looks so warm and beautiful by our own eyes, then so
cold and empty with the telescope. The stars, also! They just hang there, each a sun like our own!" he finished and they both sighed.
"It's truly beautiful!" Lloyd added.