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They could well be on their way to where Geste waited.

Of course, that name might just be a nickname Geste used.

Could Geste ever really be sure that he was still the master of his own mind?

Geste decided that she was the best place to start, for a variety of reasons.

He turned his eyes away from Geste to avoid temptation.

Geste shrugged, started to say something more, then thought better of it.

He looked up, and there was Geste, standing on his platform.

"I take it you want to come along," Geste said.

You did not fight very hard when invited on this geste, it said.

Geste simply did not look the part of a demi-god.

"Whoa," Geste said as the light and sound died away.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Geste replied.

"I should have expected that from you, Geste," he said.

Geste stared for a moment, then burst out laughing again.

He had a demand to make that would surely be a challenge even for Geste.

"I think we better call around, see if anyone knows what's going on," Geste said thoughtfully.

Geste did not necessarily have the final say, however.

Geste could not have answered had he wanted to.

Geste had even made a joke of his apology to the poor boy!

"Here, let me show you," Geste said, reaching for something.

Geste smiled, and would have laughed aloud under other circumstances.

Imp stared at Geste as if not really seeing him.

Imp nodded, and turned toward the house, Geste close behind.

Geste twisted his head to one side, then back.

Geste was sure that he was on the right route.