They completed another orbit, during which the storm lessened considerably. The Volarians still couldn’t decide which of the islands was Kallula, but it was no longer hazardous to use the lander. Droo asked if he could have an ear pod for the governor. Hutch supplied it. Then, accompanied by Ken, she took Droo and Rampol down. Fortunately, Droo recognized the first island they passed over and was able to direct her to their destination. The administrative center was a flat, long brick building in the center of a small city. Turrets rose at each end of the building. Hutch got as close as she could and landed. The Volarians squeezed out of the vehicle into a light rainfall, and when Hutch said good-bye, they both laughed. “No, no,” said Droo. “The governor would not forgive us if we didn’t introduce you.” As he spoke, two uniformed escorts came out of the building. Hutch and Ken followed them inside.

They were led to a conference room with a large clock on the wall. An aide entered and informed them there would be a slight delay. Light snacks had been laid out on a long table, consisting of sliced fruit mixed with a sugary liquid. It was okay, but Hutch would have opted for some cheesecake or strawberry shortcake, but the Volarians didn’t seem to have discovered cake. She was just finishing a small serving when they were told the governor was available.

They climbed a flight of stairs with the aide, who led them into a large office.

A female in red-trimmed dark clothing was seated behind a large desk. The walls were decorated with plaques that of course Hutch couldn’t read. She saw a long-beaked bird on one and blooming flowers on another. There was an arrangement of chairs in the center of the room. “Governor Rankin,” said Droo, “you will need this.” He held out the pod and showed her how to attach it to her ear. “These are our visitors.” He did introductions and the governor signaled them to be seated.

“Droo,” she said, “did you see the object?”

“Yes, Governor.”

“So. Are we in danger?”

“I cannot be certain, but I would be surprised if a collision with that thing would not cause serious damage. At the very least.”

“It would cause damage? But would it be cataclysmic?”

“There’s no way to know, Governor. We can’t tell how large it is, because we were informed that we could not get close to it without being destroyed.”

“Can you be certain there will be a collision with the thing?”

“No, we cannot.”

The governor turned to Rampol: “Professor Tok, do you agree with this assessment?”

“I do, Governor.”

“So, we really do not know what we are facing. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” said Rampol.