thousands of cities are up and in a tumult, undecided, and clamouring to see you.
They have clamoured that you should be awakened for years, and now it is done
they will scarcely believe—”
“But surely—I can’t go ...”
Ostrog answered from the other side of the room, and the picture on the oval
disc paled and vanished as the light jerked back again. “There are kineto-telephoto-graphs,” he said. “As you bow to the people here—all over the world
myriads of myriads of people, packed and still in darkened halls, will see you also. In black and white, of course—not like this. And you will hear their shouts reinforcing the shouting in the hall.
“And there is an optical contrivance we shall use,” said Ostrog, “used by some
of the posturers and women dancers. It may be novel to you. You stan
