Lucy ran out into the ruined square of the city shouting: 'Halma! Halma! Halma! To me, Halma's men!' And the men, already excited by Philip, who had gone about saying that name of power without a moment's pause all the time Lucy had been in the golden temple, gathered round her in a crowd.
'Quick!' she said; 'the Great Sloth is pumping water up for you.

He will pump for eight hours a day.

Quick! dig a channel for the water to run in.

The Deliverer,' she pointed to Philip, 'has given you back your river.' Some ran to look out old rusty half-forgotten spades and picks.

But others hesitated and said: 'The Great Sloth will work for eight hours, and then it will be free to work vengeance on us.' 'I will go back,' said Lucy, 'and explain to it that if it does not behave nicely you will all wish for machine guns, and it knows now that if people wish for machinery they have to use it.