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Curiosity won and the knife dropped back into the sheath while Jason let his breath out in a relieved sigh. It had been entirely too close, even for a professional gambler; his own life on the board was a little higher stakes than he enjoyed playing for. "Release him from the bar and bring him to me," Edipon ordered, then strode agitatedly away.
When he unbolted the head of the massive single cylinder he shuddered at the clearance around the piston; he could fit his fingers into the opening between the piston and the cylinder wall; by introducing cylinder rings he doubled the compression and power output. When Edipon saw the turn of speed the rebuilt engine gave his caroj he hugged Jason to his bosom and promised him the highest reward.
After that you raise the temperature and collect kerosene for your lamps and so forth right on down the line until you have a nice mass of tar left to pave your roads with. How does that sound to you?" Edipon had forced himself into calmness, though a jumping muscle in his cheek betrayed his inner tension. "What you have described is the truth, though you were wrong on some small things.
This dried up old bird was a lot brighter than he looked and he would have to stay on guard. "Is that all you want?" Edipon asked. "All I can think of at this moment. You produce this slave and perhaps we can talk more business." "I have an even better idea than that."
Jason made sure that the opening was slightly undersized, then took the untempered wrench to the work site and filed the jaws to an exact fit. After being reheated and quenched in oil he had the tool that he hoped would do the job. Edipon must have been keeping track of the work progress because he was waiting near the engine when Jason returned with the completed wrench.
He opened the door and shouted for the guards, and for his son, Narsisi, who arrived as they were unlocking Jason who recognized him as the same droop-eyed and sleepy looking D'zertano who had been helping Edipon to drive their ungainly vehicle. "Seize this chain my son and keep your club ready to kill this slave if he makes any attempt to escape.
Narsisi paled and stepped back. "So keep the trap shut while I talk to your dad." "It is as you say," Edipon pointed. "The mouths must always be filled and woebetide if they shall go empty for the powers will halt or worse. Fire goes in here as you guessed, and when the green finger comes forward this lever may be turned for motion. The next is for great speed or going slow.
Edipon mumbled, caught off guard by the change of direction, rubbing abstractedly at the reddened tip of his prominent nose. "Of course it is winter. Ice, there must be ice at the higher lakes in the mountain, they are always frozen at this time of the year. But what do you want ice for?" "You get it and I'll show you. Have it cut in nice flat blocks that I can stack.
He started towards the cabin, then stopped to point to one of the club bearers. "Erebo you lazy sod, did you remember to fill the watercup of the gods this time, because they grow thirsty?" "I filled it, I filled it," Erebo muttered, chewing on a looted krenoj. Preparations made, Edipon went into the recessed doorway and pulled a concealing curtain over it.
Now he had to get some tools and some idea of the technical knowledge of these people before he could proceed, which would necessarily entail one more battle over their precious secrets. "Come on," he called to his guard, "let's find Edipon and give his ulcers another twinge." After his first enthusiasm the leader of the D'zertanoj was getting very little pleasure out of his new project.
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