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Logic
would
have
told
Mort
that
here
was
his
salvation
.
In
a
day
or
two
the
problem
would
solve
itself
;
the
books
in
the
library
would
be
right
again
;
the
world
would
have
sprung
back
into
shape
like
an
elastic
bandage
.
Logic
would
have
told
him
that
interfering
with
the
process
a
second
time
around
would
only
make
things
worse
.
Logic
would
have
said
all
that
,
if
only
Logic
hadn
’
t
taken
the
night
off
too
.
Light
travels
quite
slowly
on
the
Disc
,
due
to
the
braking
effect
of
the
huge
magical
field
,
and
currently
that
part
of
the
Rim
carrying
the
island
of
Krull
was
directly
under
the
little
sun
’
s
orbit
and
it
was
,
therefore
,
still
early
evening
.
It
was
also
quite
warm
,
since
the
Rim
picks
up
more
heat
and
enjoys
a
gentle
maritime
climate
.
In
fact
Krull
,
with
a
large
part
of
what
for
want
of
a
better
word
must
be
called
its
coastline
sticking
out
over
the
Edge
,
was
a
fortunate
island
.
The
only
native
Krullians
who
did
not
appreciate
this
were
those
who
didn
’
t
look
where
they
were
going
or
who
walked
in
their
sleep
and
,
because
of
natural
selection
,
there
weren
’
t
very
many
of
them
any
more
.
All
societies
have
their
share
of
dropouts
,
but
on
Krull
they
never
had
a
chance
to
drop
back
in
again
.
Terpsic
Mims
was
not
a
dropout
.
He
was
an
angler
.
There
is
a
difference
;
angling
is
more
expensive
.
But
Terpsic
was
happy
.
He
was
watching
a
feather
on
a
cork
bob
gently
on
the
gentle
,
reed
-
lined
waters
of
the
Hakrull
river
and
his
mind
was
very
nearly
a
blank
.
The
only
thing
that
could
have
disturbed
his
mood
was
actually
catching
a
fish
,
because
catching
fish
was
the
one
thing
about
angling
that
he
really
dreaded
.
They
were
cold
and
slimy
and
panicky
and
got
on
his
nerves
,
and
Terpsic
’
s
nerves
weren
’
t
very
good
.
So
long
as
he
caught
nothing
Terpsic
Mims
was
one
of
the
Disc
’
s
happiest
anglers
,
because
the
Hakrull
river
was
five
miles
from
his
home
and
therefore
five
miles
from
Mrs
Gwladys
Mims
,
with
whom
he
had
enjoyed
six
happy
months
of
married
life
.
That
had
been
some
twenty
years
previously
.
Terpsic
did
not
pay
undue
heed
when
another
angler
took
up
station
further
along
the
bank
.
Of
course
,
some
fishermen
might
have
objected
to
this
breach
of
etiquette
,
but
in
Terpsic
’
s
book
anything
that
reduced
his
chance
of
actually
catching
any
of
the
damned
things
was
all
right
by
him
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
he
noted
that
the
newcomer
was
fly
-
fishing
,
an
interesting
pastime
which
Terpsic
had
rejected
because
one
spent
altogether
far
too
much
time
at
home
making
the
equipment
.
He
had
never
seen
fly
-
fishing
like
this
before
.
There
were
wet
flies
,
and
there
were
dry
flies
,
but
this
fly
augured
into
the
water
with
a
saw
-
toothed
whine
and
dragged
the
fish
out
backwards
.
Terpsic
watched
in
horrified
fascination
as
the
indistinct
figure
behind
the
willow
trees
cast
and
cast
again
.
The
water
boiled
as
the
river
’
s
entire
piscine
population
fought
to
get
out
of
the
way
of
the
buzzing
terror
and
,
unfortunately
,
a
large
and
maddened
pike
took
Terpsic
’
s
hook
out
of
sheer
confusion
.
