This knowledge drove him to the great effort that partially dislodged the appendages from about his jaws. His long sharp head speared around, closed about that part of the Torrg from which its many eyes stared cold and lidless.
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.