“It is ingenious,” he admitted, even while noting that half the water sloshed from the bucket to the stone floor below during the process. “My father was an engineer,” Dorinda said a bit breathlessly, struggling with one of the ropes. “He had no sons and taught me and my sister how to contrive any number of such machines.” “It doesn’t look very steady,” Rayley said. He didn’t wish to criticize the girl’s invention, and in fact he was filled with admiration for both her ingenuity and her pluck. It was hard to believe she had managed to transport the water by herself for so many days. But he also felt the need to point out that the pulley was screeching in protest as Dorinda pulled up the last bucket. It seemed a miracle the whole apparatus hadn’t come crashing down upon some unsuspecting colonist walking through the stairwell below. “It bears weight well enough,” she said with a shrug, and then motioned that he should follow her into the garret.
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