<strong>Katrina d'Errinieu</strong>, Cellar Stairs [Katrina, Justine]<br/><br/>Kat's smile twisted slightly with the renewed temptation to be nasty to her girl; she knew her maid well enough to see the well-hidden signs of relief, though no one else likely would. But, no, no, plenty of chances to play with<em>her</em>later. Justine was the far more interesting prize right now, and no distractions were needed. So she followed Justine down onto the stairs, and into the darkness below the great house.<br/><br/>Following the light of the lantern, she could see at the edge of the light the dark shapes start to take form, and for a moment she suppressed a shiver. The dark places of the d'Errinieu household she had been raised in had evil reputations, too, and while she didn't think much of peasant superstitions, some of the fears had still rubbed off on her. Stepping closer to the light, and Justine who carried it, she grinned to herself.<em>Stop being silly, Kat,</em>she thought to herself.<em>There's nothing down here as nasty as <strong>me</strong>.</em><br/><br/>"What do you see?" She asked aloud, as she tried to look past the other girl's shoulder. The lantern-light was dazzling her, and it was difficult to make out details for herself.