Why are you here?
Speak, rogue and liar." The wrathful old man, sure in his reading of the youth, towered above him commandingly.

It almost seemed as though he would do him bodily harm, so threatening was his attitude, but the young Romany raised his head, and with a note of triumph said: "I have come for my own, as it is my right." "What is your own ?" "What has been yours until now, my Ry." A grey look stole slowly up the strong face of the exiled leader, for his mind suddenly read the truth behind the young man's confident words.
"What is mine is always mine," he answered roughly.

"Speak! What is it I have that you come for ?" The young man braced himself and put a hand upon his lips.

"I come for your daughter, my Ry." The old man suddenly regained his composure, and authority spoke in his bearing and his words.

"What have you to do with my daughter ?" "She was married to me when I was seven years of age, as my Ry knows.
I am the son of Lemuel Fawe--Jethro Fawe is my name.