From the doorway, a young nursemaid watched her little mistress play. "Thank heavens she's happy", she sighed. Now, she just hoped that nothing would upset the girl. Everyone in the castle knew it- the little daughter of the Thane was a strange child. One minute she could be sweet and pleasent, the next a screaming, angry little monster. The servants whispered about her, saying that on the night she was born, thunder had crashed so loud that something in the infant's mind was changed. Some called her unbalanced. Others just thought she was strange.
Suddenly, the little girl looked up. "Nettie!" she called. "Come here Nettie!"
Nettie hurried foward. "Yes, Miss?" she said.
"Nettie, I'm hungry", the little girl said. "I want jam and bread."
"Of course, Miss", Nettie said, and hurried off to the kitchen. Once there, she pulled out a loaf of bread and a knife, glancing around for the jam as she cut a thick slice. "Ouch!" Nettie drew back her hand to examine the cut. Nothing too serious, but bleeding profusely. At least none's gotten onto the bread, she thought, then carefully spread the jam on and returned to the room where the little girl sat.
"Here you are, Nettie said. As she handed the girl the bread, a particularly large drop of blood fell onto her skirt.
The bread fell to the floor as the girl looked at the red spot on her white skirt. "It's blood", she said. "On my dress." Her bottom lip began to tremble. "Nettie, get it off!" Nettie hastily tried to wipe off the spot, but as more blood smeared onto the skirt from her hand, the girl howled in rage and slapped Nettie accross the face. "I'll do it then!" she said, but try as she might, could not get it out.
Nettie stood, white as a sheet, listening to her screams. "What's going on here?" a few more servants ran into the room. The girl let out a shriek and threw her doll against the wall. Porclien shattered, and the girl threw herself onto the ground, screaming, "It won't come out! It won't come out!"