Melisende stared at the wondrous image hanging in the middle of the room. It was about four times the size of her head, so real that she couldn't see through it to the other side of the room. She should be afraid of it, careful of it in case it was some ungodly creation; instead, she was fascinated. Carefully, very carefully, she stretched out her hand, but she didn't quite dare touch it. "How is this possible. What magic did you use?"
"Not magic, technology." He seemed to choose his words very carefully. "Where I come from, we use technology to make certain tasks easier."
"Technology," she said out loud. The word rolled off her tongue as if she'd been designed to speak such otherworldly language. When she had received the letter telling her she would be wed to Sir Robert, she'd known he
