“Image projector,” VenDell said. “They call it an evanoscope. By next year these will be commonplace, I should think.” He paused. “Harmony implies that if we find this wondrous, it will really burn our metals when the images start moving.” “Moving?” Wax said, stepping forward. “How would they do that?” “We don’t know,” MeLaan said with a grimace. “He accidentally let it slip, but won’t say anything more.” “How does God,” Marasi asked, still staring at the image, “accidentally let something slip?”
