And at the other end of the television cameras, we stood anxiously. A dozen couriers went out, a hundred messages over the phones, at each sentence he spoke. Precious metals, precious stones, mean nothing to him. The rarest of Earth's treasures had been taken lackidasically. They meant little, a gift for an Aldebaran museum.
Earth is at stake.
He is here to judge, this handsome, courteous, gentle, young Aldebaran. Here to judge. Harold Hotchkiss led him to another table, a lengthy sideboard, groaning with foods, wines, liquors. He motioned to the fare. I am afraid that we are not as familiar with your foods and beverages as we should wish.