by Perry Rhodan
Rhodan stood up, walked over to her and stretched out his hand. "This is a human gesture," he said. "Take my hand! I want to express my thanks to you!"
With some hesitation she grasped his hand, then responded firmly to his sincere handshake.
"I respect your viewpoint, Thora," he replied, "and I assume that Khrest will react in the same manner."
Knowing full well ahead of time that she would protest, he said, "Please, Thora, don't misjudge Khrest. He is just as much a member of the Arkonide race as you are. What ever he did so far was as an expression of his gratitude for our having cured him of leukemia. Perhaps he also had better insight than you in the situation. But he will remain an Arkonide for as long as he lives. He will never act like a human being."
He winked at her with a mischievous grin to signify that the serious part of their discussion had come to an end.
But as far as you are concerned, my dear, there is still "hope!"
He did not care that his final remark might offend her. She made a face and left the cabin. He knew that her days of proud aloofness were numbered. And while he was thought about this, he felt again how much he loved her. Outside, the robots were busily storing the newly arrived metal plastic sheets.
What we need most urgently now, said Rhodan to him self, is to obtain some scaffolding as quickly as possible. We must start immediately with the construction of a battle worthy spaceship. This is more important for us than any thing else.
The adventure continues in the next stirring story...
Invasion From Space
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