From an inner room came another stranger, making their total number three. He was grinning and in one hand held a contraption which boasted a conglomeration of lenses, switches, microphones, wires and triggers. “Got it perfectly,” he said. You’d think it had all been rehearsed.
While the Emir and his counselor stared in amazement, the spokesman of the strangers said, “How long before you can project?”
“Almost immediately.”
The other young man left the room and returned with what was obviously a movie projector. He set it up at one end of the table, pointed at a white wall, and plugged it in to a convenient outlet.
Before the Emir had managed to control himself beyond the point of saying any more than, “What is all this?” the cameraman had brought a magazine of film from his instrument
