"I was thinking of climbing," Merlyn says, with a little frown. "Although I don't look forwards to it. They sprained my wrist a few weeks ago, and I'm afraid my rheumatism plays up horribly in draughty castles like this. Frankly, I was planning to stay up here until something better comes along, and be profoundly boring to the viewing public. Maybe give some lessons on Millsian socialism for the erudition of the bats and the spiders. Who knows? It all seems a great deal more peaceful up here, in any case, fire-starting aside."