The Seeress of Kell

Mallorea," Dalian said, "not even you."
    "You seem to know us," Belgarath noted.
    "We have known you all since the book of the heavens was first opened to us, for your names are written large in the stars. And now I will take you to a place where you may rest and await the pleasure of the Holy Seeress," He looked at the oddly placid she-wolf at Garion's side and the frolicking puppy behind her. "How is it with you, little sister?" he asked in formal tones.
    "One is content, friend," she replied in the language of wolves.
    "One is pleased that it is so," he replied in her own tongue.
    "Does everyone in the whole world except me speak wolf?" Silk asked with some asperity.
    "Would you like lessons?" Garion asked.
    "Never mind."
    And then with tottering step the white-haired man led them across the verdant lawn to a large marble building with broad, gleaming steps at the front. "This house was prepared for you at the beginning of the Third Age, Ancient Belgarath," the old man said. "Its first stone was laid on the day when you recovered your Master's Orb from the City of Endless Night ."
    "That was quite sometime ago," the sorcerer observed.
    "The Ages were long in the beginning," Dalian agreed. "They grow shorter now. Rest well. We will attend to your mounts." Then he turned and, leaning on his staff, he went back toward his own house.
    "Someday a Dal is going to come right out and say what he means without all the cryptic babble, and the world will come to an end," Beldin growled. "Let's go inside. If this house has been here for as long as he said it has, the dust's likely to be knee-deep in there, and it's going to need to be swept out."
    "Tidiness, uncle?" Polgara laughed as they started up the marble steps. "From you?"
    "I don't mind a certain amount of dirt, Pol, but dust makes me sneeze."
    The interior of the house, however, was spotless. Gossamer curtains hung at the windows, billowing in the sweet-scented summer breeze, and the furniture, although oddly constructed and strangely alien-looking, was very comfortable. The interior walls were peculiarly curved, and there were no corners anywhere to be seen.
    They wandered about this strange house, trying to adjust themselves to it. Then they gathered in a large, domed central room where a small fountain trickled water down one wall.
    "There isn't any back door," Silk noted critically.
    "Were you planning to leave, Kheldar?" Velvet asked him.
    "Not necessarily, but I like to have that option open if the need should arise."
    "You can always jump out a window if you have to."
    "That's amateurish, Liselle. Only a first-year student at the academy dives out of windows."
    "I know, but sometimes we have to improvise."
    There was a peculiar murmuring sound in Garion's ears. At first he thought it might be the fountain, but somehow it didn't quite sound like running water. "Do you think they'd mind if we went out and had a look around?" he asked Belgarath.
    "Let's wait a bit before we do that. We were sort of put here. I don't know yet if that means we're supposed to stay or what. Let's feel things out before we take any chances. The Dals here— and Cyradis in particular—have something we need. Let's not offend them." He looked at Durnik. "Did Toth give you any hints about when she'll be coming here?"
    "Not really, but I got the impression it wouldn't be too long."
    "That's not really too helpful, brother mine," Beldin said. "The Dals have a rather peculiar notion of time. They keep track of it in ages rather than years."
    Zakath had been rather closely examining the wall a few yards from the trickling fountain. "Do you realize that there's no mortar holding this wall together?"
    Durnik joined him, took his knife from its sheath, and probed at the slender fissure between two of the marble slabs. "Mortise and tenon," he said thoughtfully, "and very tightly fit, too. It must have taken years to build this house."
    "And centuries to build the city, if it's all put together that way," Zakath added.
    "Where did they learn how to do all this? And when?"
    "Probably during the First Age," Belgarath told him.
    "Stop that, Belgarath," Beldin snapped irritably. "You sound just the way they do.''
    "I always try to follow local customs."
    "I still don't know any more than I did before," Zakath complained.
    "The First Age covered the period of time from the creation of man until the day when Torak cracked the world," Belgarath told him. "The beginning of it is a little vague. Our