A few feet away from her he spoke.
"Daughter of the Ry of Rys, you are among your own people once again," he
said. "From everywhere in the world they have come to show their love for
you. You would not have come to them of your own free will, because a
madness 'got hold of you, and so they came to you. You cut yourself off
from them and told yourself you had become a Gorgio. But that was only
your madness; and madness can be cured. We are the Fawes, the ancient
Fawes, who ruled the Romany people before the Druses came to power. We
are of the ancient blood, yet we are faithful to the Druse that rules
over us. His word prevails, although his daughter is mad. Daughter of the
Ry of Rys, you have seen us once again. We have sung to you; we have
spoken to you; we have told you what is in our hearts; we have shown you
how good is the end of those who are faithful, and how terrible is the
end of the traitor. Do not forget it. Speak to us."
Fleda had a fierce desire to spring to her feet and declare to them all
that the sentence of the patrin had been passed upon Jethro Fawe, but she
laid a hand upon herself. She knew they were unaware that the Sentence
had been passed, else they would not have been with Jethro. In that case
none would give him food or shelter or the hand of friendship; none dare
show him any kindness; and it was the law that any one against whom he
committed an offence, however small, might take his life.
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