Norbith turned to the boy's guards. "Strap him into this chair!"
It was done in half a minute. The doctor had no way of seeing how
the boy took it, except that he studiously avoided his father's
eyes, and that he made no sound.
"Now move him under that clock!"
One of the guards gave a low exclamation, instantly checked at a
cold stare from Norbith. And meanwhile the boy was being placed just
below, and a little to one side of the big clock.
"Remove the lower half of the clock-case!"
It was done in a few seconds. The instrument's pendulum now vibrated
freely in the air, its weight swinging almost to the boy's head
where he sat.
"Move him until I drop my hand," said Norbith.
A slight push, and instantly the doctor became aware that the heavy
pendulum of the clock, on reaching the outward extremity of its
swing, was now gently tapping at the boy's left temple.
TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP it went, with the peculiar quickness due to the
planet's powerful gravity.
"Keep him there until I tell you to move him.
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