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When he woke it was not quite dark, and a faint gray dawn came into the cell.
The jester was snoring. Somewhere Dax thought he heard a rat. His muscles tensed, and he found himself on his feet by instinct -- the idea of a rat was surprisingly attractive and he was hungry again. The noise stopped. He remembered that he had been having a dream -- a strange nightmare of chasing after Mallison and catching him, and tearing him... with his claws and teeth.