![]() With Karadur helping to translate when he got stuck, Joriantold the king about clockwork. Jorian 's Penembic was now fairly fluent if ungrammatical. Well, heh heh, one stalwart soldier ought to suffice. Pick strong men with sound hearts We would not have them collapse halfway up, heh heh. You, too, Master Jorian, to answer technical questions.ĭetail a squad of the guard to ascend the tower by the stairs, keeping on a level with us as the lift bears us aloft. It were inconsiderate to ask one of your years to climb thirty flights, so you shall ride with us. He is director of our House of Learning-at least for now.ĭoctor Karadur he said. You should know Doctor Borai, O Jorian, said the King. 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. Īh, well, we cannot diet down in time for this ride. The soldiers, red-faced, sweating, and gasping, filed into the clockwork chamber after him.Īye, sire? replied the most glittering soldier of all, a strikingly handsome man as tall as Jorian. 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-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. The poor fellow has but lately arrived in Iraz. No offense to Messires Karadur and Jorian, but it were risky to entrust yourself to the car without a bodyguard.Įxcuse me, my lords, said Jorian. Your Majesty said one of the gentlemen-a tall, thin man with a pointed gray beard. 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. ![]() ![]() When I see thee cozening an innocent young foreigner. Borai, potbellied, gray-bearded, and kilted, bowed to Jorian, mumbled something that Joriancould not hear, and shot a slit-eyed glare at Karadur. ![]()
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