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

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

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

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

Doctor Karadur he said. It were inconsiderate to ask one of your years to climb thirty flights, so you shall ride with us. You, too, Master Jorian , to answer technical questions.

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.

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-

Doctor Karadur he said. It were inconsiderate to ask one of your years to climb thirty flights, so you shall ride with us. You, too, Master Jorian , to answer technical questions.

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.

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.

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.

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.

What is its limit?

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.

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 .

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

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

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

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

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

Your Majesty said one of the gentlemen-a tall, thin man with a pointed gray beard. No offense to Messires Karadur and Jorian , but it were risky to entrust yourself to the car without a bodyguard.

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.

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-

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

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