The Oracle had given him nothing, and he didn't feel able to sit still and drink tea with Daniela, the headmistress of the order of nuns who managed this Sanctuary.
Daniela folded her hands in her lap, her irritation at him replaced by interest.
Daniela slapped him on the back of the head.
Daniela's voice was heavy with disapproval.
As if on cue, the flushed cook returned for her plate, and Daniela ordered the brandy and two glasses.