As each bucket filled, the escapement released the wheel, allowing it to rotate just far enough to bring an empty bucket under the spout. Water ran from this reservoir through a pipe to a large wheel bearing a circle of buckets. 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.
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On the clockwork floor, the machinery was in full noisy operation. While Jorian spoke, several gentlemen, having come up on the second trip of the lift, filed into the chamber. With Karadur helping to translate when he got stuck, Joriantold the king about clockwork. Jorian 's Penembic was now fairly fluent if ungrammatical. No offense to Messires Karadur and Jorian, but it were risky to entrust yourself to the car without a bodyguard. Your Majesty said one of the gentlemen-a tall, thin man with a pointed gray beard. The soldiers, red-faced, sweating, and gasping, filed into the clockwork chamber after him.īorai, potbellied, gray-bearded, and kilted, bowed to Jorian, mumbled something that Joriancould not hear, and shot a slit-eyed glare at Karadur. 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?Īt the top, the king got off the lift, which wobbled as his weight left it, and wheezed his way up to the clockwork floor. Naturally, he would prefer to enlist you in his. This is Lord Amazluek, stasiarch of the Kilts. The squad of guardsmen clattered up the stairs, keeping pace with the lift.Īye, sire? replied the most glittering soldier of all, a strikingly handsome man as tall as Jorian. He jerked his cords, and the lift rose, groaning. Like the tower, Saghol, the ground-floor lift attendant, had been cleaned up for the occasion.
When you take out Penembic citizenship, perhaps you would care-Įxcuse me, my lords, said Jorian. I see by your garb that you are a person of progressive ideas, like those of my honorable association. If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian. Well, heh heh, one stalwart soldier ought to suffice.
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