On the clockwork floor, the machinery was in full noisy operation. When I see thee cozening an innocent young foreigner. Pray explain this to me, good Master Jorian. We have not been up here in years, heh, heh, said King Ishbahar, raising his voice to be heard above the clatter and splashing. Naturally, he would prefer to enlist you in his. This is Lord Amazluek, stasiarch of the Kilts. If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian. 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?īorai, potbellied, gray-bearded, and kilted, bowed to Jorian, mumbled something that Joriancould not hear, and shot a slit-eyed glare at Karadur. You, too, Master Jorian, to answer technical questions. It were inconsiderate to ask one of your years to climb thirty flights, so you shall ride with us. While Jorian spoke, several gentlemen, having come up on the second trip of the lift, filed into the chamber.ĭoctor Karadur he said. With Karadur helping to translate when he got stuck, Joriantold the king about clockwork. Jorian 's Penembic was now fairly fluent if ungrammatical. I know not for sure, but methinks we press it. The squad of guardsmen clattered up the stairs, keeping pace with the lift. 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-Īye, sire? replied the most glittering soldier of all, a strikingly handsome man as tall as Jorian. I see by your garb that you are a person of progressive ideas, like those of my honorable association.
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