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""Oh, sorry, I'm Ginevra," she says, holding out her hand in modern fashion even though her gown is - nonspecfied and simple, but long and dignified. She might come from almost any world.

"My son is two now, but I remember when he was at that stage," she adds. "Holding on to both his little hands and singing to him often helped."

"Pleased to meet you, Ginevra.

"Holding his hands helped him eat?"

"Just so he couldn't try and grab the spoon to play with it," Ginevra says, smiling. "Yes, that helped a lot - eating is more interesting when the more interesting options of making a mess are out. Of course, the singing helped as well."

"He hasn't tried grabbing the spoon yet--I don't think he trusts it. Look, Sethie!" He puts the spoon into his own mouth and makes a face at the sharp taste of the plums.

Seth is not impressed.

Ginevra laughs.

"Cab you sing, or shall I?" she offers, holding out her hand for the spoon.

Hopefully, the bar can help her clean her dress afterwards.

"I can," he says, handing over the spoon.

Seth's musical education has included the Animals, the Beatles, and Cake--but Charlie decides to go easy on the newcomer who may not approve of the wide variety of lullabies Charlie uses.

So he just sings, "'The cannibal kind with the big nose ring fell in love with the hula maid, and every night in the pale moonlight across the bay he'd wade, to hug and kiss the pretty little miss beneath the bamboo tree, and every night in the pale moonlight it'd sound like this to me: ba-room! *kisskiss* ba-room! *kisskiss* ba-room didieydiay, ba-room! *kisskiss* ba-room! *kisskiss* ba-room didieydiay!'"

Seth giggles happily. Daddy's so silly! Somebody should tell him!

While Seth giggles, Ginevra quicly starts spooning plum into his mouth.

In fact, she almost giggles at the song herself.

"I, er, don't remember the rest except they had lots of babies. Let's see . . . childrens' songs aren't really my forte . . ."

"Just sing anything," Ginevra says, spooning plum. "You've got a good voice."

"Thanks. Used to sing for a living at home."

He sings some other silly children's song that the mun can't think of, all the while grinning at Seth's giggles.

And Ginevra successfully spoons plum.

"You're a bard, then, or, what do you call them on Earth, a musician?" she asks, with the admiration that a pre-modern culture affords anybody who can make music.

"Aye, a musician. Played in a band--er, a group of musicians together. My brother sang lead and I sang backup and played various instruments."

"I like you voice very much; I wish we had such a bood bard at home. Well, my father-in-law knows a bard of my people, named Tye, but we see him rarely, as he lives on the Crystal Isle. He knows some pretty interesting songs as well."

Ginevra puts down the empty plum jar and smiles triumphantly.

Hey! I'm not hungry! Seth boggles and sucks on his fist.

"Tye? I knew a bloke called Tye. Amazing singer. He used to come in here but doesn't anymore."

"That must have been him - I actually first met him here, when I arrived for the first time," Ginevra says. "And my father-in-law from twenty years in the past, which was a bit confusing for all concerned. But I only ever see them back home these days; very rarely though, especially Tye, who's rather reticent, and not a relative or anything."

She puts down the spoon and grins at Seth. What a good little fellow - there isn't even one speck of plum on her pale blue dress.

Seth makes brrzt! brrzt! noises. He feels that good.

"The time thing does get confusing," Charlie agrees.

"I suspect that for some reason, everybody from my world has to be twenty in here - apart from the dead ones, of course, and the accursed god," Ginevra says, tickling Seth's cheek with a smile.

"Sorry - you probably like that god, just as Claire does, so don't take it personal," she adds, referring to her last remark.

Charlie smiles. "I do like the god. He's a pleasant bloke. Silly, sometimes, but he's got a good heart."

"Silly."

Ginevra's voice has as much expression as a stone dropping into the depths of the lake, and about that much finality, too.

"You must excuse me; this continues to 'weird me out', as people here says," she finally adds.

The Seker. Silly.

"You know--enthusiastic and not always thinking about consequences. I think he's trying to make up for things he's done--or at least understand them better." He shrugs. "I dunno. Ineffibility is over my head. Where I come from God is more of an abstract concept than anything else."

"You know," Ginevra says, almost archly, "the Seker was supposed to be an abstract concept. Or at least an abstract force that eanates fromt he purple fire behind his Gate, in the Cavern underneath our old fortress Valgaard. So you can probably imagine my surprise to find somebody here who claims to be Asar-Suti, messing about in the garden, and with the kitchen personnel. It was a rather disturbing mismatching of concepts."

She eyes Seth. "That little fellow looks about ready to go to sleep - of course if the want to, no noise in the world is going to keep them from it."

Seth blinks his eyes slowly. No sleeping! I'll miss something!

"And I have a hard time imaging him as purple fire," Charlie says, smiling. "He's very real here. One might even say human."

Ginevra gently strokes little Seth's cheek, smiling. Babies are wonderful, she thinks. Perhaps it's time to think about another child, one less unique than the one she already has...

Seth, of course, is totally unique as well, being as he is a very gifted little empath.

"He seems to revel in being as human as possibly," she says, meaning Asar-Suti; but really, she is distracted by the prettiness of Seth's slowly blinking eyes.

"And why not," Charlie says quietly. "I believe everyone comes here for a purpose. I think 'Suti's has a lot to do with understanding what it is to be human--good and bad."

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'Suti.

This young bard and father calls the Seker 'Suti.

"If the legends are true, he was a human before he became a god; he must have 'risen above' the human with the hubris it takes to become a Dark God," she muses. "I might think this is a kind of punishment, but he seems to be enjoying himself. Even digging in the ground in the garden."