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sergeant, to judge by his expression, had heard them too.
Urn put his ear to the metal. There was no possibility of making out words, but the general religious rhythm was familiar move­ment, too. Nicely thought out."
He caught Fergmen's expression.
"Water goes in and out and the doors swing open," he translated. "So all we've got to do is wait for . . . what did he say the sign would be?"
"They'll blow a trumpet when they're through the main gate," said Fergmen, pleased to be of service.
"Right." Urn eyed the weights and the reservoirs overhead. The bronze pipes dripped with corrosion.
"But perhaps we'd better just check that we know what we're doing," he said. "It probably takes a min­ute or two enough."It's just the service going on in the Temple," he said. "It's probably resonating off the doors and the sound's being carried down the pipes."Fergmen did not look reassured."No gods are involved in any way," Urn translated. He turned his attention to the pipes again."Simple principle," said Urn, more to himself than to Fergmen. "Water pours into the reservoirs on the weights, disturbing the equilibrium. One lot of weights descends and the other rises up the shaft in the wall. The weight of the door is immaterial. As the bottom weights descend, these buckets here tip over, pouring the water out. Probably quite a smooth ac­tion. Perfect equilibrium at either end of the