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Although as brash as any other ace newspaper reporter for a high school weekly -- and there is no one brasher -- Garth was scared. His head crest lifted spasmodically and the rudimentary webbing between his fingers twitched. To answer a dare, Garth was about to attempt something that had never been dared before: a newspaper interview with The Visitor. There had been questions enough asked and answered during the thousands of years The Visitor had sat in his egg-shaped palace on the mountaintop, but no interviews. It was shocking even to think about -- something like requesting a gossippy chat with God.
Of course, nobody believed the fable any longer that The Visitor would vanish if he was ever asked a personal question -- and that he would first destroy the man who asked. It was known, or at least suspected, that the Palace was merely a mile-long spaceship.