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Anna
Someone cried out in a language I didn't understand. It was a simple cry of desperation, a plea for help. Chain mail clinked, a blow fell; I heard a moan of pain.
They were faint at first, but swiftly drawing nearer. Boots stamping. Boots, and the clink of metal. The stairwell echoed with it, and with the voices of many men. There was the rustle of their tunics, the scrape of swords.
It certainly seemed so. I didn't doubt it for a minute. And so it was only for my private reassurance that I took off a glove and tucked it in my pocket. It was only out of merest curiosity that I let my fingertips trail against the stonework as we spiralled slowly down.
"Though we didn't get any psychic readings at all there, did we?"
"No. And we're not getting any here, either." George spoke with unusual firmness. "It's just a legend."
"Right...So they just assumed...But naturally, it would have to have been that main staircase, wouldn't it, if it had been anywhere."
"Yep. That's right."
"Well," George continued, "they didn't expressly say it, as it happens. They just mentioned some "old steps". But everyone's always assumed it was the main one, what with those carved dragons and skull niches and all the rest of it."
"We'd better go slow now."Lockwood handed out some spearmint gum. Chewing mechanically, we started down the steps again, spiralling towards the cellar level. A thought occurred to me.
"This staircase..." I said in a casual voice. "It's not...It wouldn't be the staircase,would it
"I remember," I said. "This is where that cold spot was."
"Yes, we're down to three point five degrees," George said. "That's the coldest reading in the house." His voice was tight. "We're getting close."
The staircase opened out briefly into a tiny square chamber, with blocked arches on either side, before continuing its way down. Lockwood paused. "We're at ground level here," he said. "Must be right behind that tapestry. You remember - the one with the picture of that dodgy bear
We all felt the strain now; our senses were on red alert, waiting for the slightest trigger. Outwardly it all seemed quiet - no sounds, no death-glows, no floating wisps of plasm. But this meant nothing. the Red Room had started the exact same way.