For three thousand pounds it was so arranged.

On his death-bed three thousand pounds did my father give to you for this betrothal.

I was but a child, yet I remembered, and my kinsmen remembered, for it is their honour also.

I am the son of Lemuel Fawe, the husband of Fleda, daughter of Gabriel Druse, King and Duke and Earl of all the Romanys; and I come for my own." Something very like a sigh of relief came from Gabriel Druse's lips, but the anger in his face did not pass, and a rigid pride made the distance between them endless.

He looked like a patriarch giving judgment as he raised his hand and pointed with a menacing finger at Jethro Fawe, his Romany subject--and, according to the laws of the Romany tribes, his son-in-law.