lad. Say on. It cannot be any less entertaining than the parade."
Finding himself with an audience at long last, Lorenzo seated himself in the crutch of an olive tree and used a green twig to point out the salient points of his inventions.
"Look you, sirs. I have been studying basic natural phe-nomena with an eye to making these phenomena work with us-for us." Paper fluttered as the boy avidly flicked through page after page of incomprehensible scrawls. "Ah! For instance… here-do you see? I have been exper-imenting with the forces that make solid objects fall."
A drawing appeared; a drawing showing a very badly rendered stick figure dropping objects from a tower. Lorenzo unleashed his excitement in measured little chunks, marking each point with a sharp wave of his olive twig.
"Now, consider the downward path of a falling object. Let us take two items identical in weight. A pound of feathers, and a pound of lead. Which of them will fall more slowly?"
"A pound of feathers." Mannicci suddenly found that he approved of the boy's logical mind-a reasonably desir-able trait in a potential son-in-law. "What is your point?"
"Aaaah-but why do the feathers fall more slowly? The answer is, simply, air resistance! The feathers present a broad face to the air, thus slowing their descent due to the viscous qualities of the air itself."
Sitting cross-legged in his tree, Lorenzo made his points stab forward one by one.
"So, how is this phenomena useful to us? Well firstly, we have discovered that narrow objects fall more swiftly. I feel this may be useful for making some sort of aerial dart, or what I call a 'bomb.' But, certainly more valuable than that, I believe I can now create a fall-breaking machine! A device made from cloth that will slow the speed of a man's descent through the air, allowing him to alight as safe as if he were a pixie."
This declaration was met by a confused silence from the two armored noblemen. Loath to break the lad's enthusi-asm, Prince Mannicci nevertheless felt it behooved him to give the boy unkind news.
"But my dear-um…"
"Lorenzo, my lord. Lorenzo Utrelli Da Lomatra!"
"Yes, quite…" The boy had the innocent, doelike eyes of a pet fawn unaware that it was being massaged with marinade. Prince Mannicci heaved an unhappy little sigh. "Yet, you must ask yourself, Lorenzo, just why you feel such a device to be useful?"
"Think of it, my lord. We could use my fall-breakers as a safety device… say, for the riders of hippogriffs."
"But our hippogriff riders are already provided with magical protection for such a case." The prince indicated an overflying squadron with a pained wave of his mace. "A one-use ring of feather falling, in point of fact…"
"But at massive cost, my lord! Think of the savings offered by a mechanical device."
The lad's mechanical device seemed to require a huge amount of silk, a fact which rather negated any claims to cheap production. Lorenzo felt his audience's interest waver, and desperately flicked on to other plans.
"Wait, my lord! If the sciences of the air don't interest you, then perhaps the study of heat? Surely a man of your education will be interested in this." Lorenzo turned a gaze so powerful and full of fire upon the older men that they involuntarily fell back. "I have here a design for a drill that uses heat to bore a hole through steel!"
Gilberto Ilego leaned forward with a look of cold con-centration on his face. Lorenzo immediately stumbled onward with his inept sales technique.
"You see, my lords, the combination of these two chem-icals creates an intense blaze of light. This light, I intend to focus using lenses like… like…" The boy's thoughts instantly conjured up an image of a short, freckled girl. "… like the lenses used in eye spectacles! This produces a beam of light-of heat-which can melt even the toughest steel.
"Imagine the benefits to industry, my lords! Handgun production would cheapen; we could use fire beams to drill holes into
Finding himself with an audience at long last, Lorenzo seated himself in the crutch of an olive tree and used a green twig to point out the salient points of his inventions.
"Look you, sirs. I have been studying basic natural phe-nomena with an eye to making these phenomena work with us-for us." Paper fluttered as the boy avidly flicked through page after page of incomprehensible scrawls. "Ah! For instance… here-do you see? I have been exper-imenting with the forces that make solid objects fall."
A drawing appeared; a drawing showing a very badly rendered stick figure dropping objects from a tower. Lorenzo unleashed his excitement in measured little chunks, marking each point with a sharp wave of his olive twig.
"Now, consider the downward path of a falling object. Let us take two items identical in weight. A pound of feathers, and a pound of lead. Which of them will fall more slowly?"
"A pound of feathers." Mannicci suddenly found that he approved of the boy's logical mind-a reasonably desir-able trait in a potential son-in-law. "What is your point?"
"Aaaah-but why do the feathers fall more slowly? The answer is, simply, air resistance! The feathers present a broad face to the air, thus slowing their descent due to the viscous qualities of the air itself."
Sitting cross-legged in his tree, Lorenzo made his points stab forward one by one.
"So, how is this phenomena useful to us? Well firstly, we have discovered that narrow objects fall more swiftly. I feel this may be useful for making some sort of aerial dart, or what I call a 'bomb.' But, certainly more valuable than that, I believe I can now create a fall-breaking machine! A device made from cloth that will slow the speed of a man's descent through the air, allowing him to alight as safe as if he were a pixie."
This declaration was met by a confused silence from the two armored noblemen. Loath to break the lad's enthusi-asm, Prince Mannicci nevertheless felt it behooved him to give the boy unkind news.
"But my dear-um…"
"Lorenzo, my lord. Lorenzo Utrelli Da Lomatra!"
"Yes, quite…" The boy had the innocent, doelike eyes of a pet fawn unaware that it was being massaged with marinade. Prince Mannicci heaved an unhappy little sigh. "Yet, you must ask yourself, Lorenzo, just why you feel such a device to be useful?"
"Think of it, my lord. We could use my fall-breakers as a safety device… say, for the riders of hippogriffs."
"But our hippogriff riders are already provided with magical protection for such a case." The prince indicated an overflying squadron with a pained wave of his mace. "A one-use ring of feather falling, in point of fact…"
"But at massive cost, my lord! Think of the savings offered by a mechanical device."
The lad's mechanical device seemed to require a huge amount of silk, a fact which rather negated any claims to cheap production. Lorenzo felt his audience's interest waver, and desperately flicked on to other plans.
"Wait, my lord! If the sciences of the air don't interest you, then perhaps the study of heat? Surely a man of your education will be interested in this." Lorenzo turned a gaze so powerful and full of fire upon the older men that they involuntarily fell back. "I have here a design for a drill that uses heat to bore a hole through steel!"
Gilberto Ilego leaned forward with a look of cold con-centration on his face. Lorenzo immediately stumbled onward with his inept sales technique.
"You see, my lords, the combination of these two chem-icals creates an intense blaze of light. This light, I intend to focus using lenses like… like…" The boy's thoughts instantly conjured up an image of a short, freckled girl. "… like the lenses used in eye spectacles! This produces a beam of light-of heat-which can melt even the toughest steel.
"Imagine the benefits to industry, my lords! Handgun production would cheapen; we could use fire beams to drill holes into
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