He studied the charts and digigraphs, while Jessit sat in silence. A grand dinner had been prepared, but Jessit wasn't about to interrupt his Holiness with anything as mundane as food. Gilgamesh peered over at Jessit with a satisfied grunt. “I think I see a way in, but Paul won't be able to make it alone.” A perverse grin painted his face. “It seems he will require divine intervention.” He clasped his hands together, pleased with his plans. “How long must I wait to eat, Taelen?” Jessit jumped to his feet. “Dinner is prepared, my Lord. Whenever you are ready.” “Get my daughter and Paul Domino. We will dine with them alone.” “Sir, with due respect, Lord Kalya—” “Is a nuisance and not required at our table,” Gilgamesh said, cutting Jessit off. “I did not come here for pleasantries, Taelen. I came to save a planet.” Jessit bowed his head low. If Domino didn't succeed, the task would be left to him and the armada.
