Warlord of Kor

"Horng sat opposite the tiny, fragile creature who held a microphone, its wires attached to an interpreting machine. He blinked his huge eyes slowly, his stiff mouth fumblingly forming words of a language his race had not used for thirty thousand years. ''Kor was . . . is . . . God . . . Knowledge.'' He had tried to convey this to the small creatures who had invaded his world, but they did not hee...