"Shhh," Renko whispered. "We don't want her to hear us!"

"She won't hear us," Shota said. "She sleeps like the dead."

"Your uncle doesn't," Renko countered. "Come on, let's get it in here."

They pushed, pulled and shoved and slowly the ungainly machine slid through the garden-side door to the workroom.

"I don't know why you couldn't have just materialized it in here," Shota complained.

"You think I can do anything!" Renko started detaching the pedal ...