Chapter 32
Diana didn't even register the splendor of the Oracle's palace, too intent on her mission, a purpose that the acolyte in front of her was impeding.
"I want to speak to the Oracle," said Diana, tapping a foot impatiently. "Now."
"But," said the flustered, veiled attendant, "you do not have an appointment. One cannot just show up and expect admittance. It's simply not done."
"I don't care. I need to talk to her. She's the reason I'm on this goddamn planet and more miserable than I've ever been in my life. She owes it to me to at least speak to me."
"Go home, and we will relay your request. If the Oracle chooses-"
A voice interrupted. "She does choose," said the heavily veiled figure that appeared from seemingly nowhere.
The acolyte gasped and dropped to the floor, head bowed.
"You can take me to see her?" asked Diana.
"I am her, child. Come and walk with me. Let us speak of what disturbs you so."