Perhaps we may put it down to his wife, who cannot move about, being a cripple, as you saw.' 'And you are what is called a Gypsy King ?' 'Ay, ay; a Rommany Kral.' 'Are there other kings ?' 'Those who call themselves so; but the true Pharaoh is Petulengro.' 'Did Pharaoh make horse-shoes ?' 'The first who ever did, brother.' 'Pharaoh lived in Egypt.' 'So did we once, brother.' 'And you left it ?' 'My fathers did, brother.' 'And why did they come here ?' 'They had their reasons, brother.' 'And you are not English ?' 'We are not gorgios.' 'And you have a language of your own ?' 'Avali.' 'This is wonderful.' 'Ha, ha!' cried the woman, who had hitherto sat knitting, at the farther end of the tent, without saying a word, though not inattentive to our conversation, as I could perceive by certain glances which she occasionally cast upon us both.

'Ha, ha!' she screamed, fixing upon me two eyes, which shone like burning coals, and which were filled with an expression both of scorn and malignity, 'It is wonderful, is it, that we should have a language of our own?
What, you grudge the poor people the speech they talk among themselves?
That's just like you gorgios; you would have everybody stupid, single-tongued idiots, like yourselves.

We are taken before the Poknees of the gav, myself and sister, to give an account of ourselves.

So I says to my sister's little boy, speaking Rommany, I says to the little boy who is with us, Run to my son Jasper, and the rest, and tell them to be off, there are hawks abroad.

So the Poknees questions us, and lets us go, not being able to make anything of us; but, as we are going, he calls us back.