She did not cross that much distance, preferring not to touch or be too close to the older woman. She sighed, knowing she had talked a great deal, but things had a way of bubbling forth when she was nervous. She moved to walk, her hand gripping as if for dear life on the cane that supported her. The woman stopped midway between where she had been and where Anne now sat. She was pale and clearly tired. When asked the million quid question, she straightened as best as she could and said, "I never wanted Magnus to begin with," she started cooly, her anger sounding directed at him, not Anne. "He cornered me in the garden and you know the rest of what happened from there. And then he paid me for my daughter. I never wanted that money. He took my choices away from me at every opportunity." She looked away. "I wanted to give you back what belonged to you and take back what is mine. My daughter. And I want Magnus to fall from his lofty throne." That was it. That was all there was to it. "What else am I here for? It's certainly not to lay claim on that man you are stuck with for a husband." She curled her lip and shuddered at the very thought, so disgusted and full of anger she seemed to be toward Magnus.