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The ban on Honur must have been lifted long ago!"

"What about Thora’s boo-boo—her lapse of memory? And how about my own?" asked Bell
righteously.

Neither Perry nor Khrest had an answer.

Bell went to the door of Perry’s cabin but paused at the threshold to repeat his warning. "This whole
Death Valley planet spells trouble, Perry, take my word. Somewhere disaster is brewing for us. I just
hope theTitan doesn’t get blown out from under us!"

Perry took another look at the data from the positronicon: Honur was a harmless world. It only
registered seven-tenths of 1% open for error. He took a deep breath and nodded to Khrest, who stood
next to him. "The crew can leave the ship and make contact with the inhabitants. But secondary alert
condition remains in effect for a third of the gun crew."



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Perry Rhodan, Reginald Bell and Khrest were strangely disturbed as they looked out the door of the
airlock and watched the crowd gathered around theTitan ’s great landing struts.

"Half-starved," Perry observed as he studied the way they devoured the food he had sent down to them.
He and his companions moved down the personnel ramp and came to a stop at the bottom.

Three natives, who were unmistakably Arkonide descendants, approached them with a look of
unconcealed gratitude in their deep-set eyes. Perry thought he recognized a semblance of ancient
uniforms in the pitiably tattered rags that hung from their limbs but before he could ask Khrest about it the
delegation kneeled before them and extracted gift offerings from their shredded clothing: blooming
Honurian plants.

"Black flowers!" exclaimed Khrest in some amazement and all three of the men from theTitan seemed to
edge back with a slight instinctive movement of withdrawal.

"Thank you, messengers from the stars!" Their words were hard to understand but had obviously been
derived from the Arkonide language. Then to Perry’s consternation they prostrated themselves before
him, their thin, naked arms outstretched toward him and pushing the strange black flowers onto the ramp
at his feet.

"Please stand up!" Rhodan urged. "We are no more than you!"

The natives listened curiously to the sound of his words. Had he awakened in them a memory of the past
in which they had once been proud Arkonides?
 Other personnel from theTitan , standing on several other landing ramps, were observing all this and
paying particular attention to the astonishing black flowers. Rhodan himself was fascinated by the subtle,
velvety glimmer of the dusky blooms. Even Khrest, who had seen so many unbelievable marvels on
strange worlds in the course of his long life, could not take his eyes from their esoteric beauty.