All that you may require, it shall be our pleasure to give.’ I looked out of the window at the bronze pipe that was loosely held in hoops six feet apart. These, in turn, were clamped to the outer wall. I didn’t need the demonstration he’d failed to arrange. I could see that, if the animals on the ground moved fast enough, it would rotate, and water would be carried up by its internal screw to the vast copper tank that took up most of this floor of the tower. I wanted to ask how the screw would be turned that carried water from this tank to the one that must have been set into the roof of the tower. I also wondered how much noise all this would make as it grated round and round in those weather-roughened hoops. But I suspected I’d get no sense out of the creature. Better to wait and see for myself. ‘It is to free you from the polluted air of the city that I have given you rooms in the Tower of Heavenly Peace,’ he explained, just a hint in his voice to give the true motive. ‘You are free to come and go as you please.
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