"Cor, you have a visitor," a servant hollered through Ted's door.
Ted had been sleeping. It was only wise to sleep; when one studied, be it occult or any other thing, it was good for the brain to let it fall freely into the hole that was the mess of the subconscious mind.
He stretched himself, trying to figure out the time, but it was still dark outside. Perhaps it had always been dark and he was simply mistaken when he thought that there had once been light.
He put on his clothes and hurried to the door.
It was Madorn.
"You are just getting up now? Splendid," the scientist said nonchalantly as he stepped into the room. "Eknie sent me. It appears like we will not be able to deal with joint taxation processes unless there is someone in Libranupometsk who understands simple economic matters. The villagers have always refused to give away their important papers to places that are not Libranupometsk."
