The Great Library is silent by night, most of its inhabitants peacefully asleep. Most, but not all. The three kits make their way through the corridors until they reach the room where Inric is sleeping. One after another they jump up to the low bench, and pick their way over his blanket. He doesn't rouse to their slight weight, but someone else does. Copper raises his head and gives the kits a baleful, possessive look.