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

What is its limit?

Detail a squad of the guard to ascend the tower by the stairs, keeping on a level with us as the lift bears us aloft. Pick strong men with sound hearts We would not have them collapse halfway up, heh heh.

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

If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian .

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.

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

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.

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.

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-

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

What is its limit?

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-

First come, first served, said Vegh.

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

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

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 .

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-

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

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