“the foreman said, “is the main transmission house. Power for the whole machine shop comes from this one flywheel, which is driven by direct gearing from the big overshot waterwheel out back. This here is the main takeoff” — he pointed with his stick — “and that’s the gear train that supplies the overhead shafts in the long gallery, where all the heavy lathes and mills are.” Falier Zenonis nodded and muttered, “Ah” for the twentieth time that morning. He knew it all already, of course, thoug...h he’d never actually seen it. But he’d spent a week laboriously working through the notes poor Ziani had made; notes, drawings, sketches, detail sketches, you couldn’t fault Ziani on his thoroughness when it came to mechanisms. As a result, he knew his way round the machine shop better than his guide; like a blind man who’s lived in the same house all his life. But even if Ziani’s notes were strictly legal (which he doubted) he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he’d read them, or known Ziani at all.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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