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I believe I was conversing with Master Jorian, when you cut in, Amazluek, said Vegh. Will you kindly mind your business, whilst I-

Ah, well, we cannot diet down in time for this ride. Colonel Chuivir

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

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-

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-

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

Like the tower, Saghol, the ground-floor lift attendant, had been cleaned up for the occasion. He jerked his cords, and the lift rose, groaning. The squad of guardsmen clattered up the stairs, keeping pace with the lift.

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

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.

If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian .

Vegh smiled. This is Lord Amazluek, stasiarch of the Kilts. Naturally, he would prefer to enlist you in his-

The king waddled over to a window, where to Borai he pointed out various things below, talking animatedly. A plump, trousered man a little older than Jorianaddressed him.

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 .

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

What is its limit?

Vegh smiled. This is Lord Amazluek, stasiarch of the Kilts. Naturally, he would prefer to enlist you in his-

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

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

First come, first served, said Vegh.

Ah, well, we cannot diet down in time for this ride. Colonel Chuivir

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.

If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian .

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

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

Ah, well, we cannot diet down in time for this ride. Colonel Chuivir

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