He knew it would be low power and probably wouldn't last long even if it worked at all but he had to start somewhere. He was afraid the steel in this ...time period was of much too low a quality to withstand the stresses the engine produced for any length of time.Jane was busy working on the oil Sam had hauled in. She was trying to develop some good fuel for Sam's engine as well as some of the simpler chemicals and other oil derivatives that were not currently being made. Both felt as if they were. Smiling. Countering frown lines. Another woman smiled beside her. Not much younger and nearly a foot shorter. “This is Professor Hardass’s place!”“She’s sweet once you get to know her,” Moe chuckled.“The tall one?” he guessed.Moe nodded. “The other one in the photo would have objected if it went further than flirting.”“Hardass?” he asked.“Hardy,” Moe explained. “Elizabeth Hardy. Prefers Betty as the diminutive, for obvious reasons.”“Lizzy the Lezzy,” Cheryl nodded.“What’s she. It was then that I closed the fridge door to the sound of the backdoor opening behind me. Everyone else was outside when Elizabeth finally introduced herself.Instantly I could tell the good girl persona from before was no longer there. I teased her, she flirted back. She batted her eyes and licked her lips, I gave her a warm smile. Before long, she volunteered, “C’mon! Let me show you my room! It’s in the basement.”Hmm. Caught alone in the room of the director’s daughter? I knew I would be. I looked down at the guards, and then at the platform. The men in rich clothes didn't know what to make of me. I realised that one of them was quite young — perhaps only a couple of years older than Scotten. Was that the prince?I looked around at the crowd. As loud as I could, I cried out "Dro is not guilty. He never even saw the Prince's horse. Let him go free!"There was a buzz of noise from the crowd, and one of the men on the platform called out "Who are you? How dare you ride the Prince's.