"Libraries," she shrugged.
"In the stories?" I asked. "Don't they go to dangerous places. Remote places where spirits or oracles wait."
"Like the oracle the king visits?" Rebbecca asked. "Only our king is allowed to see the Oracle of Sekar."
"There are other oracles," I pointed out. "We learned about them in all those boring novitiate classes. There's the Oracle of the Sands in the Halani Desert."
"That's so far away."
"Um, the Oracle of Whispers." I shuddered at that one.
"Who'd want to visit the Dead Isle?" Rebecca's face blanched. "Oh, there's the Lesbius Oracle. She only sees women and she's in the Deorc Forest."
My eyes widened. "That's exactly the oracle our Goddess would choose."
"But the elves?" Rebbecca blanched. "They'll fill you full of arrows for violating their woods."
