The post of the Ural, and the mountains which form, as it were, a prolongation of the river along the Russian frontier, they were not allowed to pass.

They were therefore under the necessity of traveling six hundred miles before they could tread a free soil.
Just as the reading of the proclamation by the head of the police came to an end, an idea darted instinctively into the mind of Michael Strogoff.

"What a singular coincidence," thought he, "between this proclamation expelling all foreigners of Asiatic origin, and the words exchanged last evening between those two gipsies of the Zingari race.
'The Father himself sends us where we wish to go,' that old man said.
But 'the Father' is the emperor! He is never called anything else among the people.

How could those gipsies have foreseen the measure taken against them?
how could they have known it beforehand, and where do they wish to go?
Those are suspicious people, and it seems to me that to them the government proclamation must be more useful than injurious." But these reflections were completely dispelled by another which drove every other thought out of Michael's mind.

He forgot the Zingaris, their suspicious words, the strange coincidence which resulted from the proclamation.