Margot
It was Ghislain who found the Night, and the Moon too.
They had wandered some time without success, for the Brightening bathed the land in such a ruthless glow that no shadow could long survive.
Margot and her father ventured forth from the ballroom, in some confusion as to where they were to go. ‘Where does Night hide, when the sun shines?’ Margot mused.
‘He lives in the shadows,’ said Ghislain. Margot found it was only she who suffered any confusion, for her father’s brisk step and air of purpose proclaimed that he knew exactly where he was going. ‘And there are shadows aplenty, in certain parts of this house.’
‘Down below?’ Margot guessed.
‘Exactly. It all goes much deeper down than many realise. There are cellars, and cellars under the cellars, and possibly more cellars un
