(Alrighty, goodnight.)<br/><br/>Sophia looked to the younger man standing in the doorway and her eyes filled with suspicious curiosity.  "Is something the matter sir?  Wouldn't you like to have something to eat as well?"  She gestured to a chair at the table accross from his brother.  There were only two chairs.  "Is there anything you'd like to eat?  Besides meat I mean."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lilliana was in the cellar preparing it for what she hoped would be an enjoyable evening.  A large pile of straw in an enourmous burlap bag was on the floor.  She covered it with a cool cotton sheet and a quilt.  A series of stakes had already been hammered into the wall for the dogs in the wintertime.  It was all a matter of tying ropes to them and to those whom needed binding.  She hoped it wouldn't come to that.  But in case it did, there was also a cattle-whip displayed on the wall near the makeshift cushion.  On the other side of the cellar were preserves in jars.  Set up very carefully so that one who entered the cellar  might see them first and think nothing of the rest.<br/><br/>She returned to the surface and collected chopped wood from behind the house in a bin by the second garden.  She came to the front door and noticed a that the younger man hadn't been made comfertable.  Again, she reminded herself that this would not be easy.  "Have you decided what to make yet Sister Sophia?"<br/><br/>"Yes, would you go and get one of the boxes of cured beef from the cellar please.  Along with the ingredients for my tea."  Although Sophia knew that Lilliana had just come from the cellar, she couldn't allude to that.