{"product_id":"2940014009980","title":"WARLORD OF KOR","description":"ONE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLee Rynason sat forward on the faded red-stone seat, watching the stylus\u003cbr\u003eof the interpreter as the massive grey being in front of him spoke, its\u003cbr\u003edry, leathery mouth slowly and stumblingly forming the words of a spoken\u003cbr\u003elanguage its race had not used for over thirty thousand years. The\u003cbr\u003estylus made no sound in the thin air of Hirlaj as it passed over the\u003cbr\u003eplasticene notepaper; the only sounds in the ancient building were those\u003cbr\u003eof the alien's surprisingly high and thin voice coming at intervals and\u003cbr\u003eRynason's own slightly labored breathing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe did not listen to the alien's voice--by now he had heard it often\u003cbr\u003eenough so that it was merely irritating in its thin dryness, like old\u003cbr\u003eparchments being rubbed together. He watched the stylus as it jumped\u003cbr\u003ealong sporadically:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTEBRON MARL WAS OUR ... PRIEST KING HERO. NOT PRIEST BUT ONE WHO KNEW\u003cbr\u003e... THAT IS PRIEST.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRynason was a slender, sandy-haired man in his late twenties. A sharp\u003cbr\u003escar from a knife cut left a line across his forehead over his right\u003cbr\u003eeyebrow. His eyes, perhaps brown, perhaps green--the light on Hirlaj was\u003cbr\u003esometimes deceptive--were soft, but narrowed with an intent alertness.\u003cbr\u003eHe raised the interpreter's mike and said, \"How long ago?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe stylus recorded the Earthman's question too, but Rynason did not\u003cbr\u003ewatch it. He looked up at the bulk of the alien, watching for the slow\u003cbr\u003eclosing of its eyes, so slow that it could not be called a blink, that\u003cbr\u003ewould show it had understood the question. The interpreter could feed\u003cbr\u003ethe question direct to the telepathic alien, but there was no guarantee\u003cbr\u003ethat it would be understood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe eyes, resting steadily on him, closed and opened and in a few\u003cbr\u003emoments came the Hirlaji's dry voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE GREAT AGE WAS IN THE EIGHTEENTH GENERATION PAST ... SEVEN THOUSAND\u003cbr\u003eYEARS AGO.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRynason calculated quickly. Translating that to about 8200\u003cbr\u003eEarth-standard years and subtracting, that would make it about the\u003cbr\u003eseventeenth century. About the time of the Restoration in England, when\u003cbr\u003ethe western hemisphere of Earth was still being colonized. Eighteen\u003cbr\u003egenerations ago on Hirlaj. He read the date into the mike for the stylus\u003cbr\u003eto record, and sat back and stretched.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47178585538800,"sku":"2940014009980","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014009980_p0.jpg?v=1763598997","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014009980","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}