Your call was heard always, now here, now there, and the Romanys were one; they held together." The old man's face darkened still more and his eyes flashed fire.

"These are lies you are telling, and they will choke you, my Romany 'chal'.

Am I deceived, I who have known more liars than any man under the sky?
Am I to be fooled, who have seen so many fools in their folly?
There is roguery in you, or I have never seen roguery." "I am a true Romany, my Ry," the other answered with an air of courage and a little defiance also.
"You are a rogue and a liar, that is sure.

These wailings are your own.
The Romany goes on his way as he has gone these hundreds of years.

If I am silent, my people will wait until I speak again; if they see me not they will wait till I enter their camps once more.