The Royal Engineer did understand, though, and he was giving Artemis a play-by-play report that made things a little less muddled, at least. His car was raised up on stands a good seven hooves up in the air, and she was hovering in place beside him underneath it, helping to hold up a long, brass pole that he'd just marked off with chalk. But now he’d decided to take the pole all by himself before stepping over to his workbench, laying it in a heavy iron vise.