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

Excuse me, my lords, said Jorian . I be not up on Irazi politics. Explain, pray.

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.

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

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

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?

What is its limit?

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

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

First come, first served, said Vegh.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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-

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 .

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

First come, first served, said Vegh.

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

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