Another mechanism struck a gong on the hour. The bucket wheel drove a gear train connected to the shafts of the four clocks on the four sides of the tower. ![]() At the bottom of their travel, the buckets tipped, spilling their water into the trough, whence it ran to the sump. 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. On the clockwork floor, the machinery was in full noisy operation. Soliciting a new member already, eh, Vegh? said the tall, thin grandee with the pointed gray beard. I know not for sure, but methinks we press it.īorai, potbellied, gray-bearded, and kilted, bowed to Jorian, mumbled something that Joriancould not hear, and shot a slit-eyed glare at Karadur. He is director of our House of Learning-at least for now. ![]() You should know Doctor Borai, O Jorian, said the King. Well, heh heh, one stalwart soldier ought to suffice.Įxcuse me, my lords, said Jorian. ![]() If lift will bear weight, sire, said Jorian. Ah, well, we cannot diet down in time for this ride.
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