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If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian .

Pardon us a moment, said the king. We would speak to him of plans for the city, and where better to discuss such things than this lofty eyrie, whence it is spread out below us like a map?

Permit me, Master Jorian . I am Lord Vegh, stasiarch of the Pants. I see by your garb that you are a person of progressive ideas, like those of my honorable association. When you take out Penembic citizenship, perhaps you would care-

At the top, the king got off the lift, which wobbled as his weight left it, and wheezed his way up to the clockwork floor. Jorianfollowed. The soldiers, red-faced, sweating, and gasping, filed into the clockwork chamber after him.

Bah said Amazluek. The poor fellow has but lately arrived in Iraz. How should he know the glories of our ancient traditions, which my association cherishes and upholds? Be advised, young sir, that if you would fain make your way amongst people of the better sort here, you ought to abandon those barbarous nether garments-

You should know Doctor Borai, O Jorian , said the King. He is director of our House of Learning-at least for now.

On the clockwork floor, the machinery was in full noisy operation. The shaft driven by the horse mill on the ground floor rotated, driving the pump that raised water from the sump to the reservoir above. Water ran from this reservoir through a pipe to a large wheel bearing a circle of buckets. As each bucket filled, the escapement released the wheel, allowing it to rotate just far enough to bring an empty bucket under the spout. At the bottom of their travel, the buckets tipped, spilling their water into the trough, whence it ran to the sump. The bucket wheel drove a gear train connected to the shafts of the four clocks on the four sides of the tower. Another mechanism struck a gong on the hour.

What is its limit?

Borai, potbellied, gray-bearded, and kilted, bowed to Jorian , mumbled something that Joriancould not hear, and shot a slit-eyed glare at Karadur.

Soliciting a new member already, eh, Vegh? said the tall, thin grandee with the pointed gray beard. Not sporting, you know.

Well, heh heh, one stalwart soldier ought to suffice.

You should know Doctor Borai, O Jorian , said the King. He is director of our House of Learning-at least for now.

Jorian 's Penembic was now fairly fluent if ungrammatical. With Karadur helping to translate when he got stuck, Joriantold the king about clockwork. While Jorian spoke, several gentlemen, having come up on the second trip of the lift, filed into the chamber.

What is its limit?

On the clockwork floor, the machinery was in full noisy operation. The shaft driven by the horse mill on the ground floor rotated, driving the pump that raised water from the sump to the reservoir above. Water ran from this reservoir through a pipe to a large wheel bearing a circle of buckets. As each bucket filled, the escapement released the wheel, allowing it to rotate just far enough to bring an empty bucket under the spout. At the bottom of their travel, the buckets tipped, spilling their water into the trough, whence it ran to the sump. The bucket wheel drove a gear train connected to the shafts of the four clocks on the four sides of the tower. Another mechanism struck a gong on the hour.

Bah said Amazluek. The poor fellow has but lately arrived in Iraz. How should he know the glories of our ancient traditions, which my association cherishes and upholds? Be advised, young sir, that if you would fain make your way amongst people of the better sort here, you ought to abandon those barbarous nether garments-

It is my business cried Amazluek. When I see thee cozening an innocent young foreigner-

I know not for sure, but methinks we press it.

On the clockwork floor, the machinery was in full noisy operation. The shaft driven by the horse mill on the ground floor rotated, driving the pump that raised water from the sump to the reservoir above. Water ran from this reservoir through a pipe to a large wheel bearing a circle of buckets. As each bucket filled, the escapement released the wheel, allowing it to rotate just far enough to bring an empty bucket under the spout. At the bottom of their travel, the buckets tipped, spilling their water into the trough, whence it ran to the sump. The bucket wheel drove a gear train connected to the shafts of the four clocks on the four sides of the tower. Another mechanism struck a gong on the hour.

Well, heh heh, one stalwart soldier ought to suffice.

We have not been up here in years, heh, heh, said King Ishbahar, raising his voice to be heard above the clatter and splashing. Pray explain this to me, good Master Jorian .

Aye, sire? replied the most glittering soldier of all, a strikingly handsome man as tall as Jorian .

Borai, potbellied, gray-bearded, and kilted, bowed to Jorian , mumbled something that Joriancould not hear, and shot a slit-eyed glare at Karadur.

It is my business cried Amazluek. When I see thee cozening an innocent young foreigner-

Well, heh heh, one stalwart soldier ought to suffice.

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