In the grey hour before dawn the rats of the city came out to forage. They were lean and desperate now, nosing into every corner and every deserted house. They found little in the Southgate, some pickings in the merchant quarters, and even better leavings were still available in the nobles’ houses and gardens. Some of the boldest slipped in through the gates of the temple, now unguarded. Only here did they find anything resembling a feast, in the shadow of the sanctuary where the priests had tossed the sacrificed bodies slain by Callis. Here they fed well.