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Chapter 378: Oxygen and Nitrogen

The experiment would be conducted by Agatha, Sylvie, Chavez, and Kyle Sichi—but Roland had required everyone else to attend as well: Carter, Iron Axe, Barov, and every witch of the Witch Union. For chemistry to take root in Border Town, it needed witnesses. The fifth laboratory had been chosen for its size, the only room large enough to hold two dozen people and still leave working space around the vessel.

The fractionation column Roland had built for this first attempt was a compromise of ambition and prudence: a steel tower about the height of a standing man, a meter across, divided internally into three sections. Air would enter through the bottom and exit—as separated gases—through the two upper chambers.

Before Agatha touched the vessel, Roland gave a short lecture. He laid out what would happen, why it would happen, and posed three questions for the room to hold in mind during the experiment. He had stolen the technique from chemistry teachers he’d had who actually managed to make the subject stick: give the students a prediction to test, and the lesson teaches itself.

“—theoretically, as Agatha lowers the vessel’s internal temperature, the air inside will condense into liquid and drip down through the separation plates to the collection chamber at the bottom. When you see liquid accumulating there, let me know.” He was speaking to Sylvie, who alone could see directly through the steel wall. She nodded, skepticism visible.

“Will it really be liquid? Not just water vapor condensing?”

“Liquefied air is light blue—unmistakable, entirely unlike condensed water vapor.” Roland shook his head. “Besides, at that temperature, water vapor will solidify into ice crystals long before the air liquefies.” He gestured toward Agatha. “Let’s begin.”

“Should we seal the intake hole first?”

“After, not before. We need enough air inside to generate observable results.” For this demonstration he had chosen the simplest method of getting air into the vessel: rapid cooling dropped the internal pressure, which drew outside air in through the intake pipe. In industrial production this method was wasteful—the chilled air immediately tried to escape and the cooling energy spent on each breath of intake was largely lost—but Agatha’s magic dispensed with that problem. She could cool the vessel more efficiently than any refrigeration system he could build, and she made the air pump unnecessary.

Agatha pressed her palms to the vessel’s outer surface.

Half a minute later, the sound of air rushing through the intake pipe was audible across the room—a thin, continuous whistle. White frost formed around the pipe opening and spread outward as moisture from the nearby air solidified on contact with the metal and adhered. Anna threaded her Blackfire in tight lines along the frost, clearing each new layer as it built up.

“I see some liquid on the lower plate,” Sylvie reported, her voice carrying a note of genuine surprise. “But there’s much more white frost inside. And something else—crystalline patches.”

“The white material is solidified water vapor,” Roland said. “The crystals are almost certainly solidified carbon dioxide—there’s so little of it in the air that the total amount is barely visible.” He paused. “In normal production, the air should be dried before it enters the vessel. Solid water vapor blocks the separation plates and cuts efficiency.”

Several more minutes passed in the particular quiet of a room watching something happen to air.

“The bottom chamber has filled with light blue liquid,” Sylvie said. “It’s pooling.”

Roland nodded to Soroya, who moved quickly—coating sealed the intake holes, locking in what they had.

Now came the critical step.

As Agatha slowly raised the temperature from below, nitrogen—reaching its boiling point before oxygen—would vaporize first and escape through the exhaust pipe. The liquid in the bottom would grow progressively bluer, its oxygen content rising toward purity. The difficulty was that Roland did not have the precise boiling point of nitrogen memorized, and no thermometer in the laboratory could function at these temperatures anyway. Everything depended on Agatha’s sensitivity and her ability to hold the temperature steady at whatever point the separation actually occurred.

She adjusted. After a time, Sylvie reported bubbles forming at the coated probe submerged in the liquid. Keymor worked quickly with drainage collection vessels, trapping the first bottles of gas as they rose.

Lily peered at one of the bottles and curled her lip. “This is nitrogen? I can’t see anything.”

“That was the first question I asked you to think about,” Roland said. “How do you prove this gas is different from ordinary air?”

“Test it with fire.” Tilly answered before anyone else. “A burning piece of wood inserted into a bottle of nitrogen will extinguish immediately. Elementary Chemistry states that combustion requires oxygen.”

“Cool it again and condense it back to liquid,” Agatha said. “You said liquefied nitrogen is colorless. If the liquid in the bottle is colorless where the remaining material in the vessel is still blue, that distinguishes them.”

“Pour out what’s left in the vessel and prove it’s pure oxygen by direct observation,” Anna said. “That confirms the composition theory from both directions at once.”

Roland looked around the room. In a corner cluster: Nightingale, arms folded, expression carefully neutral. Andrea, slightly behind her, maintaining the same expression for slightly different reasons. Maggie sat on the bench in her compact form, head tilted, following nothing visible. Carter stood with his arms at his sides in the posture he used at formal occasions when he had no relevant function. Barov had the face of a man receiving a long sermon in a language he respected but did not speak. Iron Axe looked exactly as he always looked—attentive, composed, and entirely unreadable. Roland had become reasonably sure that Iron Axe would nod at a weather report delivered in the same tone.

The lecture has exceeded the room’s average level. He filed this. Kyle Sichi and Chavez, at least, had been alive with questions since the frost first appeared on the vessel.

“Your Highness.” Chavez exhaled. “You’ve proven what’s written in Elementary Chemistry actually occurs. I don’t think alchemists have ever considered that the air itself could be this complicated.”

“With pure oxygen, oxidation reactions run much hotter and faster.” Kyle had already moved past demonstration into application, his gaze somewhere interior. “There are ten experiments I’ve been meaning to attempt that this makes possible.”

Roland nodded—and felt a thought arrive with the particular sudden clarity that meant it had been waiting.

Nitrogen. The essential feedstock for synthetic ammonia. React it with hydrogen under high temperature and pressure, and you got ammonia; from ammonia, fertilizer; from ammonia, nitrogen oxides; from nitrogen oxides, nitric acid. The whole chain. But the chain required equipment he hadn’t built yet—high-pressure vessels, pumps, precision measurement, and weeks of trial calibration even with Paper functioning as a catalyst.

Now, with pure nitrogen and pure oxygen both available in quantity: why not try for nitrogen monoxide directly?

Nitrogen and oxygen did not react spontaneously at ordinary temperatures. The reaction was endothermic in the wrong direction—it needed a massive input of energy, something on the order of an electric arc, which could drive air temperature to thousands of degrees in a fraction of a second. That was why soils near frequent lightning strike zones were notably more fertile, and why the industrial nitrogen fixation processes he knew from his previous life had generally favored the ammonia pathway instead. The direct electrical method was energy-hungry and required equipment tolerances that were difficult to maintain.

But Blackfire was not a conventional electric discharge. Anna could direct it, modulate it, concentrate it with a precision that no atmospheric lightning shared. She could produce an arc at a controllable point between known volumes of gas.

If he mixed purified nitrogen and purified oxygen in the correct ratio and sealed them in a reaction vessel—

He decided to try it.

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