‘He’s got a point,’ Scint said, snatching a rat from the table and biting its head off. Everyone stared, including a roomful of rats. Scint noticed, chewed for a moment, making crunching sounds, then said around a mouthful of rat head, ‘Sorry. Got carried away.’ He looked down at the headless corpse in his hand, then tucked it into his shirt and out of sight. From where Glisten sat came a plaintive sound, then, ‘What did that rat ever do to you, Scinty?’ Scint swallowed. ‘I said sorry!’
