The Seeress of Kell

all.
    "Frustrating, wasn't it?" Silk said when he and Sadi returned to the house that had been assigned to them. "I've never met a group of people so disinterested in talk. I couldn't even find anybody willing to discuss the weather.''
    "Did you happen to see which way Ce'Nedra and Liselle went?" Garion asked him.
    "Someplace over on the other side of town, I think. I imagine they'll come back when those young women bring us our lunch.''
    Garion looked around at the others. "Did anybody happen to see any of the seers?" he asked.
    "They aren't here," Polgara told him. She sat by a window mending one of Durnik's tunics. "One old woman told me they have a special place. It's not in the city."
    "How did you manage to get an answer out of her?" Silk asked.
    "I was fairly direct. You have to push the Dals a bit when you want information."
    As Silk had predicted, Velvet and Ce'Nedra returned with the young women who were bringing their meals to them.
    "You have a brilliant wife, Belgarion," Velvet said after the Dalasian women had left. "She sounded for all the world as if there weren't a brain in her head. She spent the morning babbling."
    "Babbling?" Ce'Nedra objected.
    "Weren't you?"
    "Well, I suppose so, but 'babbling' is such an unflattering word."
    "I presume there was a reason for it?" Sadi suggested.
    "Of course," Ce'Nedra said. "I saw fairly soon that those girls weren't going to be very talkative, so I filled up the spaces. They began to loosen up after a bit. I talked so that Liselle could watch their faces." She smiled smugly. "It worked out fairly well, even if I do say it myself.''
    "Did you get anything out of them?" Polgara asked.
    "A few things," Velvet replied. "Nothing all that specific, but a few hints. I think we should be able to get a bit more this afternoon."
    Ce'Nedra looked around. "Where's Durnik?" she asked. "And Eriond?"
    "Where else?" Polgara sighed.
    "Where did they find any water to fish in?"
    "Durnik can smell water from several miles away," Polgara told her in a resigned tone of voice, "and he can tell you what kind of fish are in it, how many, and probably even what their names are."
    "I've never cared all that much for fish myself," Beldin said.
    "I don't know that Durnik does either, uncle."
    "Why does he bother them then?"
    She spread her hands helplessly. "How should I know? The motives of fishermen are dreadfully obscure. I can tell you one thing, though."
    "Oh? What's that?"
    "You've said a number of times that you want to have some long conversations with him."
    "Yes, I do."
    "You'd better learn how to fish then. Otherwise, he probably won't be around."
    "Has anybody come by to give us any kind of word about Cyradis?" Garion asked,
    "Not a soul," Beldin replied.
    "We don't really have time for an extended stay," Garion fretted.
    "I might be able to stir an answer out of somebody,'' Zakath offered. "She commanded me to present myself to her here at Kell." He winced slightly. "I can't believe I just said that. Nobody's commanded me to do anything since I was about eight years old. Anyway, you know what I mean. I could insist that somebody take me to her so 1 can obey her orders."
    "I think you might choke on that one, Zakath," Silk said lightly. "Obey is a difficult concept for someone in your position. ''
    "He's an irritating little fellow, isn't he?" Zakath said to Garion.
    "I’ve noticed."
    "Why, your Majesties," Velvet said, all wide-eyed innocence, "what a thing to suggest."
    "Well, isn't he?" Zakath said pointedly.
    "Of course, but it's not nice to talk about it."
    Silk looked slightly offended. "Would you people like for me to go away so you can talk freely?"
    "Oh, that won't be necessary, Kheldar," Velvet said with a dimpled smile.
    They gained little more in me way of information that afternoon, and the frustration of the fruitless quest made them all irritable. "I think perhaps we should follow up that idea of yours," Garion said to Zakath after supper.
    "First thing tomorrow morning, why don't we go see that old man, Dalian ? We'll tell him right out that you're supposed to present yourself to Cyradis. I think it's time to start pushing a little."
    "Right," Zakath agreed.
    Dalian , however, proved to be as unresponsive as all the rest of the citizens of Kell. "Be patient, Emperor of Mallorea," he advised. "The Holy Seeress will come to you at the proper time."
    "And when is that?" Garion asked bluntly.
    "Cyradis knows, and that's all mat's really important, isn't it?"
    "If