They settled together that way into the crawling mud of the lake bottom. The _Torrg's_ death threshings, the final contracting of its arms, crushed him, squashing his insides out into the thirsting water. His jaws were locked about the _Torrg_ in a grip even death could not undo.... Until weakness drove the last spark of reason from his great supersonic circuit he was reflecting on the psychology of it, of why his instinct had proven false. Glimmerings of the cause appeared, but then the ancient brain that had survived so many countless _amphos_ abruptly ceased to exist.