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.