"It is the way of our people.

It has been so, and it will be so while there is a Romany tent standing or moving on." In his rage Gabriel Druse could keep silence no longer.
"Rogue, what have you to say of such things ?" he growled.

"I am the head of all.

I pass the word, and things are so and so.

By long and by last, if I pass the word that you shall sleep the sleep, it will be so, my Romany 'chal'." His daughter stretched out her hand to stop further speech from her father--"Hush!" she said maliciously, "he has come a long way for naught.