Sorceress of Darshiva

is a regular afternoon occurrence around here, we'll need to cross the Magan during the morning hours," he noted. "Getting caught in a hailstorm in an open boat isn't my idea of fun.''
    "Now you stop that!" Sadi said sharply to Zith's earthenware bottle.
    "What's the trouble?" Ce'Nedra asked.
    "She was making a funny little noise," Sadi replied. "1 wanted to see if she was all right, and she hissed at me."
    "She does that every now and then, doesn't she?"
    "This was a bit different. She was actually warning me to stay away from her."
    "Could she be ill?"
    "I wouldn't think so. She's a fairly young snake, and I've been very careful about what I feed her."
    "Perhaps she needs a tonic." Ce'Nedra looked questioningly at Polgara.
    Polgara laughed helplessly. "I'm sorry, Ce'Nedra," she said, "but I have no experience with the illnesses of reptiles."
    "Do you suppose we could talk about something else?" Silk asked plaintively. "Zith is a nice enough little animal, I suppose, but she's still a snake."
    Ce'Nedra whirled on him, her eyes suddenly flashing. "How can you say that?" she snapped angrily. "She's saved our lives twice—once in Rak Urga when she nipped that Grolim, Sorchak, and again at Ashaba when she bit Harakan. Without her, we wouldn't be here. You might show at least a little bit of gratitude."
    "Well ..." he said a little uncertainly. "You could be right, I suppose, but hang it all, Ce'Nedra, I can't abide snakes."
    "I don't even think of her as a snake"
    "Ce'Nedra," he said patiently, "she's long and skinny, she wriggles, she doesn't have any arms or legs, and she's poisonous. By definition, she's a snake."
    "You're prejudiced," she accused.
    "Well— yes, I suppose you could say that."
    " I’m bitterly disappointed in you, Prince Kheldar. She's a sweet, loving, brave little creature, and you're insulting her. "
    He looked at her for a moment, then rose to his feet and bowed floridly to the earthenware bottle. "I'm dreadfully, dear Zith," he apologized. "I can't think what came me. Can you possibly find it in your cold little green heart to forgive me?"
    Zith hissed at him, a hiss ending in a curious grunt. : "She says to leave her alone," Sadi told him.
    "Can you really understand what she's saying?"
    "In a general sort of way, yes. Snakes have a very limited vocabulary, so it's not all that difficult to pick up a few here and there." The eunuch frowned. "She's been hissing a great deal lately, though, and that's not like her. She’s usually a very ladylike little snake."
    "I can't believe I'm actually involved in this conversation" Silk said, shaking his head and going off down the toward the back of the house.
    Durnik returned with Tom and Eriond. They were carrying packs containing Polgara's utensils and the food. She looked critically at the fireplace and its facilities. "We have been eating some rather sketchy meals lately," she noted. "We have a fairly adequate kitchen here, so why don't we take advantage of it?" She opened the food pack and rummaged through it. "I wish I had something besides travel rations to work with," she said half to herself.
    "There's a hen roost out back, Pol," Beldin told her helpfully.
    She smiled at him. "Durnik, dear," she said in an almost dreamy tone of voice.
    "I'll see to it at once, Pol. Three, maybe?"
    "Make it four. Then we'll be able to carry some cold chicken with us when we leave.
    Ce'Nedra, go with him and gather up all the eggs you can find."
    Ce'Nedra stared at her in astonishment. "I've never gathered eggs before, Lady Polgara," she protested.
    "It's not hard, dear. Just be careful not to break them, that's all."
    "But—"
    "I thought I'd make a cheese omelette for breakfast."
    Ce'Nedra's eyes brightened. "I'll get a basket," she said quickly.
    "Splendid idea, dear. Uncle, are there any other interesting things about this place?"
    "There's a brewhouse at the back of the building." He shrugged. "I didn't have time to look into it."
    Belgarath rose to his feet. "Why don't we do that right now?" he suggested.
    "People in farm villages don't make very good beer, Belgarath."
    "Maybe this one's an exception. We'll never know until we try it, will we?"
    "You've got a point there."
    The two old sorcerers went off toward the back of the house while Eriond piled more wood on the fire.
    Ce'Nedra returned, frowning and a little angry. "They won't give me their eggs, Lady Polgara," she complained. "They're sitting on them."
    "You have to reach under them and take the