This I did because of what was to come."
"And have you read of me in the printed sheets? Did they tell you where I
was to be found?" Gabriel Druse's eyes were angry, his manner was
authoritative.
The young man stretched out his hands eloquently. "Hail and blessing, my
Ry, was there need of printed pages to tell me that? Is not everything
known of the Ry to the Romany people without the written or printed
thing? How does the wind go? How does the star sweep across the sky? Does
not the whisper pass as the lightning flashes? Have you forgotten all, my
Ry? Is there a Romany camp at Scutari? Shall it not know what is the news
of the Bailies of Scotland and the Caravans by the Tagus? It is known
always where my lord is. All the Romanys everywhere know it, and many
hundreds have come hither from overseas. They are east, they are south,
they are west."
He made gesture towards these three points of the compass. A dark frown
came upon the old man's forehead. "I ordered that none should seek to
follow, that I be left in peace till my pilgrimage was done. Even as the
first pilgrims of our people in the days of Timur Beg in India, so I have
come forth from among you all till the time be fulfilled."
There was a crafty look in the old man's eyes as he spoke, and ages of
dubious reasoning and purpose showed in their velvet depths.
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