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It was a beautiful, theatrical setting into which t he women fitted perfectly. All had shiny blue-black hair worn long and braided. Their very full, ankle-length dresses of many layers had bodices cut loose and l ow, the glowing colours contrasting sharply against tanned matt skin and dark ex pressive eyes.
Several men lay in the shelter of an oak tree, desultorily gossip ing while they waited for their womenfolk to dish up the meal, each wearing a sl ightly tattered, work-soiled replica of the outfit worn by Rom Boro during his p erformance. Marielle's imagination was so captured she would not have been in th e least surprised to hear the tuning up of an orchestra in the background or a c horus of voices joining the upward rise of thin corkscrews of bluish smoke spira lling from the glowing campfires.
For the second time that day she felt invisible as the volatile gypsies jostled to greet Rom Boro withou t acknowledging by even the flicker of an eyelid his slender companion who stood out amongst them like a pale daffodil in a field of glowing poppies. It was a r elief to hear him explain to them in Polish, "My friends, I. She will be completely in my charge, so you need have no misgivings. I hope you will welcome her and bear with her inexp erience of our ways.
A youn g girl pushed her way forward to stare insolently. She seemed savagely aware of her own beauty as she stood with swaying hips and flashing eyes taking in every detail of Marielle's appearance. Then suddenly her lips pursed and to Marielle's disgust she spat, deliberately and contemptuously, on the ground at her feet. A murmur of agreement ran through the a ssembled gypsies. They had trouble enough dodging the police and other petty off icials who would interfere with their lives, without drawing their attention by sheltering one of their women.
Rom enunciated coldly, with narrowed eyes, "I hav e stated that she will be completely in my charge - is my word no longer enough? Perhaps," his tone became silky as he eyed the sullen men, "during my absence t his tribe has succumbed to petticoat tyranny and my word must come second to tha t of the girl Lala? A swif t push sent Lala staggering back into the crowd and with one accord they growled , "You are still our leader, Rom Boro.
The girl can stay. But before j oining them Rom drew her to one side and commanded, "From now on you must obey a ny instructions I may give you. Once I have explained the circumstances, I've no doubt the council will be willing to allow you to remain, but only on condition that I hold myself responsible for your every action.
Your own safety - and the irs - will depend upon your implicit obedience, do you understand? Her head tilted. It wasn't my idea that I should run away, and I'm sure the whole melodramat ic operation is totally Unnecessary. If you and my aunt had not interfered the w hole ghastly misunderstanding could have been cleared up with a simple explanati on.
After all, I did, nothing wrong! I might have bent the law a little, but not even the Russians can make a petty prank into a criminal offence!
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Her approach seemed relu ctant, but Marielle felt none of the animosity shown by the young girl, Lala, wh en Rom Boro introduced them. We will be travelling as part of their kumpania - family unit," he enlig htened "and as she speaks enough Polish to make herself understood I'm sure you will get along very well together. Rom relaxed, and with a satisfied nod strode off to join the council of waiting men. Marielle expelled a deep, relieved breath.
It seems ages since our last meal and whatever it is you are cooking smells wonderful. If the discussion becomes interesting the men will forget the need to eat, and you cannot be expected to suffer hunger indefinitely. Kore's eyes reflected ma ternal love as she waved her hand in the direction of what looked like a giganti c eiderdown laid out on the ground between the caravans.
Of course, if any family should need help we give it, but in communal conditions such as these we find it. Except for the children,"' she qualified, "they never feel in need of s olitude and so they are content to be in each other's company all day as well as all night.
As you can see," she pointed towards the great eiderdown and Mariell e turned in time to see it moving convulsively as if a minor eruption was taking place underneath, "the children all sleep together under one large dunha. One o f them is restless tonight, and there will be much giggling and scuffling from t he others until he finally settles down to sleep.
Some day soon my husband, Rupa, or one of the oth er men will decide to leave this kumpania to join up with another. Perhaps at th e next crossroad we will see signs indicating that the kumpania of a brother or a cousin is in the vicinity and we will leave this tribe and go in search of the others. That way we keep in touch with our families and learn all the news; who is dead, who has been born, and who is to be married. For my s ake, they had already agreed to let you stay, but you have Sophie to thank for t he fact that as long as you remain here you will be accorded the courtesy of an honoured guest provided," he scooped out the last of his stew and stressed, "you r presence does not become an embarrassment.
To the Romany, the ways of the Gaje are strange, so they must be forgiven for being apprehensive as to whether you will cohabit successfully with their own women. He tensed with a nimal alertness, then silently he sprang to his feet and she was whipped upwards into his arms. As he carried her into the darkness she heard coming from the perime ter of the camp the sound of many arguing voices, but the sounds became muffled when she was lowered to the ground and thrust under the voluminous eiderdown tha t covered the now soundly sleeping children. It was only when Sergei Ivanov's vo ice echoed loudly round the camp that the true seriousness of the situation beca me clear.
Her heart was thumping so loudly she thought it would burst, but his w ords reached her with spine-chilling force. The woman is a spy, and she must be caught! One of the children whimpered in his sleep and immediately the Russian was alert ed. In a sweat of fea r Marielle waited while far above her he brooded down at the concealing eiderdow n, deliberating whether or not to remove it.
She felt faint with reaction when h e decided against it and moved away. Half an hour later, when every van had been stripped almost bare, Sergei Ivanov commanded his men to cease searching. They piled into cars and drove with tyres screeching back into the darkness, leaving behind amongst the debris of the camp, proof of the gypsies' deeply ingrained tr adition of compassion for the hunted.
The walls were of plain wood, natural coloured oak heavily varnished, and th e roof was white. A vivid eiderdown was heaped upon an upholstered bunk designat ed as a bed. A couple of stools and a few plump feather-filled cushions complete d the furnishings of what, for the next few weeks, was to be Marielle's home. Sh e sank down upon the bunk and subconsciously her hands gripped tightly on to the eiderdown as the tension of the last terrifying moments held sway. A lamp threw Rom's elongated shadow upon the bare walls, and as he towered over her it seeme d every square inch of the van was stamped with his taunting presence.
She looked up, hating his sup eriority, his insulting lack of concern for her ravaged feelings, and the words tasted bitter when she forced out the admission. I will do everything I can to make myself amenable to them. If that were the case, she decided, he was due for further disappointment because in future she meant to keep the almighty Rom Boro at a distance.
Her safety depended upon this man who. She accepted the wine with a shy upward glance through a tangle of lashes, sipped a little, and murmured, "Thank you, it's delicious. Is it a produ ct of your Spanish vineyards? I'm not sure," she stammered. Romani es are pure nomad, they travel not within the boundaries of one land, nor even o ne country.
Does that surprise you? Her show of interest surprised hi m and after a slight hesitation he hooked forward a chair and sat down facing he r, the lamp playing. When he began to speak the words came slowly at first, then more rapidly as if he found it a relief to unburden himself of long-buried memories. I felt no fear, my parents were sleeping in the ne xt room and a call would have brought them immediately, so I lay there listening until gradually the soft purring grew ominously louder.
I ran to the window, te rrified but fascinated, and saw wave after wave of black swastika-emblemed bombe rs surging over the rooftops. Now and then one of them would tip its wings and f all from the sky like a wounded eagle, screaming at a high pitch, then exploding as it hit the earth, creating devastation. I wanted to run to my parents, but I was rooted to the spot, then suddenly the whole house seemed to explode and cru mble slowly around me into a pile of dust, bricks and splintering timber. Although unemotionally portrayed, his word-picture had captured her imagination to such an extent she could actually feel the pain of the frightened child at the window.
Hi s brown throat worked as he drained his glass dry.
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The roads were packed with trucks and buses; hordes of bicycles, som e with riders, some laden with blankets, mattresses and battered suitcases, were being wheeled along the pavements out of the path of trundling traffic. No one noticed me - or if they did they must have thought I belonged with. Smiling brown faces urged me not to be afraid, to eat up my soup and forget my fear of being alone.
Providence ha d led me to the Romanies and they, in their infinite compassion, accepted me imm ediately as if I were one of their own. She felt overawed and slightly inadequate at being the recipient of the innermost confidences of her aloof com panion. Then reason told her she need not feel flattered. To him she was almost non-existent, an irritation - a fly on the arm - but otherwise negative. He coul d have as easily conversed with shadows, so superfluous was her presence to his needs.
But, consciously or not, he had betrayed loneliness and a hint of yearnin g. He was the Romanies' leader - not their chief, because the independent race b owed to no one man's authority - yet between them, unspoken and mostly ignored, lay the fact that his blood was not theirs. Feted and respected though he was, t here was not one amongst his many friends and admirers whom he could claim as hi s own. As if to discount her theory of isolation, he stood up to stretch luxurio usly, then strolled to the door with an air of having wasted enough time in casu al conversation.
The camp was silent, still bodies wrapped in dunhas were spread inside the m oonlit circle around the embers of dying campfires. An owl hooted, causing her a thrill of misgiving which. As she slowly undress ed hundreds of questions crying out to be answered crowded her mind. She felt ce rtain, even as she snuggled into the warmth of the eiderdown, that she would not manage to sleep, but her heavy lids closed before she had pondered for even a s econd over the events of the momentous day.
She awoke to the sound of hordes of children laughing and screaming as they ran between the vans, under the feet of tethered horses and round the perimeter of the camp, rollicking gleefully like a herd of healthy young animals. There was no sign of Rom or any other of the men when she tripped sleepily out of the van in search of water, but Kore was just preparing to leave the camp with two buckets slung over her arm.
When Marielle c alled out she turned and waited smilingly until she caught up. With the utmost gravity she instructed, "Water for drinking and cooking must be taken farthest upstream, next comes the water for washing dishe s and bathing and farther downstream, in order, is water for the horses and for the washing of clothes. Separate buckets much be used to fetch water for each pa rticular use, otherwise the water becomes marhime - unclean.
A Romany must never touch anything marhime. It was fun to wade bar efooted into the shallows to fill the bucket supplied by Kore. The water had a c hampagne sparkle, it tingled icily around her toes as she attempted to balance o n submerged mosscovered stones in an effort to fill her bucket from a pool just out of reach. Peals of unkind laught er came from the direction of the bank as Kore struggled to help her out of the water.
Her blonde hair was sculptured to her head, giving her the look of a star tled urchin, and her sodden trouser suit felt a ton weight as it dragged around her shivering body. Kore was trying hard not to laugh, but her amusement was kin d, unlike Lala's which was unashamedly gloating.
She stood on the bank making no attempt to help, giving rein to peal after peal of laughter as she watched Kore exerting all her strength to heave Marielle out of the sucking water. By We stern standards her figure was faultless, but compared with Lala's voluptuousnes s she looked slender as a reed, and the knowledge stung. Much to her surprise, La la flushed a deep red, then, with a vicious look, turned on her heel and spun aw ay. Beside her she heard Kore give a surprised gasp. Not for nothing do the men of the tribe shy away from pr oposals of marriage!
Yes," she twinkled, "that round must surely go to you, alth ough I fear your shot in the dark will add impetus to Lala's well-known tendency to extract revenge for even the smallest slight. Inside Kore's van she stripped and rubbed down w ith a coarse towel until the blood was once more surging through her veins, then doubtfully she donned the unfamiliar articles of underwear, the voluminous skir ts and low-cut silk blouse which Kore unearthed from out of the tin trunk that s erved her as a wardrobe.
She felt like the heroine of a musical comedy when fina lly she clasped together the buckle of a wide belt that narrowed her waist to th e circumference of a hand span, then twirled on her heel, experimentally flounci ng her skirts. Kore, still searching the depths of the trunk, turned to remark s lyly, "The costume becomes you well. Rom will have no difficulty in distinguishi ng you from a boy, as even Lala will surely now admit.
She chuckled when Marielle's cheeks reddened, then gave a cry of satisfaction as her groping hands alighted upon the objects she had been seeking. Marielle's heart jerked at the enormity of her error. Kore was deeply upset by what she imagined was a rejection of her friendship; the only wa y to soothe her ruffled feelings was to accept the proffered gift in the spirit in which it had been intended.
Appalled by the hurt she had administered, she dr opped to her knees beside the dejected girl and apologized, "I'm so sorry, Kore, please forgive me - I didn't understand. Only a few years ago our tribe was one of the poorest of all Romany tribes. We suffered much poverty and hardship and could s ee no way of changing our fortunes. But then," she heaved a sigh of satisfaction , "Rom decided to go in search of money. Not for himself, you understand," she h astened to explain, "but for us, his people. Rom is a very rich, man - a millionaire," she told a thoroughl y confused Marielle.
Kore had not mentioned any specific currency, but her impli cation of great wealth puzzled Marielle greatly. Kore looked her astonishment. As she fastened bracelets and necklaces around Marielle' s wrists and throat she babbled on, "Rupa receives a larger share of Rom's wealt h because he accompanies him everywhere he goes. So, after attending to our needs, he exchanges what mon ey is left into gold pieces which will be kept as a sumadji for our children.
The frightened , neglected orphan plucked from the morass of fleeing refugees had amply rewarde d them for their act of unselfish humanity. As the day progressed she became so adjusted to her borrowed garments she was able to forget that initially they had felt cumbersome. She spent her time helping Kore with the chores and trying to establish contact with the rest of the women. At first they were wary, reluctant to meet half-way her tentative overtures, but her genuine desire to be friendly , plus the amusement she afforded as she struggled to communicate in their own l anguage, soon broke down their barrier of reserve.
When the men arrived back at camp after a day spent bartering at a nearby horse fair it was hardly surprising that within the melee of busy women bustling aroun d steaming cooking pots, harassed by dozens of mischievous children, Marielle sh ould be momentarily overlooked. When Rom strode out of the dusk she was almost u nder his feet before she was noticed.
He straddled the edge of the campfire, eye s narrow as a fox, watching her stirring the contents of an iron pot with a larg e ladle. Quite unaware of his presence, she ran a finger along the edge of the l adle to scoop a sly helping of gravy into her mouth. The flickering firelight ad ded delicacy to her cameo features and made moon silver of her hair. Shadows car essed her body, masking her curves with a coquetry a man might find tantalizing. She was adding salt with grave concentration when his sardonic voice mocked, "I f you are playing charades, might I attempt to guess whom you are supposed to re present?
As if pulled by a string, her muscles jerked into taut knots, his amused presence flooding her with a selfconsciousness that chased all the grace from he r movements. A solitary yellow-haired mongrel pricked up its ears when he crowne d her humiliation with the brutal statement, "In the race for emancipation Weste rn women have deprived themselves of the art of femininity. You ought to stick t o trousers. He breathed a laugh and sauntered nearer. To woo a gypsy woman is as exciting as. You must reject all tho ught of emancipation if you wish to experience the perfect unity looked upon by our women as their right.
Superficial wit and a sophisticated veneer might satis fy Englishmen, but we Romanies have no use for a candle that is all wax and no f lame. Moving as silently as possible, the horses' hooves padded with straw and bound with st rips of coloured cloth, they avoided the roads and travelled cross-country throu gh rugged terrain which only the high-wheeled wagons could have tackled.
Mariell e felt guilty as she luxuriated dry and warm inside the van while Rom sat up fro nt in driving rain urging on the horses with low clicking sounds. At times the c aravan slowed to a crawl and he would jump down, ankle-deep in mud, to push his shoulder against reluctant wheels. At other times it would suddenly pitch forwar d, sending her hurtling amongst the pots and pans to collect bruises which, at t he time, she felt barely aware of.
Young men of the tribe rushed backwards and f orwards helping stragglers bogged down in the morass of deep mud mashed by horse s' hooves, wagon wheels, and people on foot. After what seemed hours of punishing travel, a repeated whistle could be heard c oming from the direction of the lead wagon, lowpitched, but piercing enough to c arry right down the line. In contrast to the belting rain, the suck of horses wa ding through mud, and the occasional wail of an infant from a nearby van, the wh istle carried a strangely reassuring message. Almost immediately afterwards Mari elle was startled by a low rumbling as the wheels raced again on firm ground.
Th e padding had long since worn off the horses' hooves and once more they were pou nding along a paved road. The door swung open and Rom strode in, his entry sendi ng a sweep of cold air around the van. His teeth showed white in a grin of pure enjoyment after his battle with the elements and under black plastered strands o f hair his eyes shone. My dear! Many times Marielle had hea rd the soft Polish endearment from her mother's lips, so-it was hardly surprisin g that the unexpected words should tug at her heartstrings.
The interior of the van seemed to shrink as he moved forward. She backed away, her slender outline o n the wall overshadowed by his superior bulk. Her timidity shamed her, and it wa s with intended asperity that she turned on him, only to be betrayed by a tremor that ran through her words. For a startled second their eyes met, his dark and aware, hers a misty, mysterious grey. A breath caught in her throat; she had wondered what it would be like to really capture his interest - it was not altog ether pleasant to find she felt grateful and as eager to please as a fawning pup py.
Selfscorn added sting to her answer. Perhaps amongst these friends you mention there is one s pecial person with whom you hope to develop a deeper relationship? Goaded by exasperation, she retaliated, "No, there is no special person, but I do hope to embark upon a full and very sa tisfying career, an ambition you no doubt consider out of character for one of m y sex? After that, I doubt if our paths will ever cross again.
She slept until th e sun's heat began penetrating the van, then, impelled by curiosity and the need for fresh air, she went outside to join Rom, whose night of activity had left h im heavy-eyed and blackjowled. He ran a hand over his bristled chin and cocked a n eyebrow. T he caravans were heading uphill in a slow-moving train, the horses' slow clip- c lop echoing their weariness and the weariness of the drivers who held the reins slackly in tired hands.
Rain had washed the earth clean, and the sun's appearanc e served as polish on every glistening leaf and blade. Streams gurgled their way downhill in a spate of sparkling life and a chorus of birds added to the song o f thanksgiving for a new day. She did not stop 'to wonder why she should be feel ing so vitally alive and happy as she sat perched high, swaying with the movemen t of the van, breathing blossom-perfumed air, and enjoying a feeling of companio nship she had never before experienced.
Even Rom, his teeth clenched around a me erschaum pipe, seemed content to allow her to share his company without further punishing slights or sarcasm. Marielle flung out her arms to encompass the whole of nature and expelled on a breath: "What a wonderful way to live!
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How can you bear to leave all this for stuffy nightclubs and crowded cities? Wi thout now there is no before, just as there can be no after. A joyful whistle set the horses' ears pricking and straightened the drooping backs of the drivers. A revitalizing spurt ran through the whole of the train when with a whoop of glee the driver of the lead van stood up in his seat to urge his horses over the brow of the hill.
With excitement running like a drug through his veins, each man followed suit an d the air rang with piercing whistles, rattling wheels and the pounding of horse s' shoes. Terrified but exhilarated, Marielle hung on as the van charged rapidly forward, swaying and leaning at such an angle it seemed certain to overturn. St eam rose from the sweating horses, but the sound of chains, hatchets, washtubs a nd a miscellany of other objects rattling together seemed to act upon them as a spur.
They thundered up and over the crest of the hill, then down towards a circ le of strange caravans already camped. Women and children ran forward, recognizi ng familiar faces, and greetings were screamed back and forth long before the ad vancing caravans came to rest. As the two groups converged Marielle recognized d istinct family resemblances, and as cousin greeted cousin and brother greeted si ster a festive air began to emerge. Hastily, cooking pots were dragged on to rev ived fires and while young men attended to the horses, older men swapped news an d the women set to preparing breakfast for their unexpected guests.
Marielle cre pt into the van, forgotten and superfluous to the success of the reunion. She fe lt shy of the strangers and loath to intrude, so she sat alone at the window" pa ssing the time by guessing who was related to whom and which of the pairs of gay -eyed youngsters might progress even further than flirtatious friendship. But th e pastime soon palled, and soon she was invaded by a niggling depression. Regret that she and her aunt should have parted on such unfriendly terms was the main source of her misery and the terrifyingly alone feeling known only to solitary o rphans was, for the first time, allowed to fasten its grip.
She slid down the bu nk and closed her eyes, defying hot tears to surge to the surface, deliberately occupying her mind away from thoughts of family and friends. But misery had her in a stranglehold, and a sound inside the van alerted her too late to erase the dampness from her cheeks. The sound was made by Rom. Silently he looked down at her as she pretended to yawn, then stretched her limbs as if just awakening from sleep. His unemotional. No words were exchanged between them as he led the way towards a group of chatting people. When she saw them ap proaching, Kore began raking the fire to heat a huge, red enamelled coffee-pot, then, when Marielle was seated, she placed in front of her an enormous black iro n cauldron holding the remains of a mixture of fried onion, tomatoes, red pepper s and meat.
She thought the food would choke her, and was just about to say so w hen, with innate good manners, her companions averted their eyes and began conve rsing amongst themselves, giving her confidence first to taste then finally to e njoy the thoughtfully-kept meal. That night the resident tribe gave a patshiv in honour of their guests. Around the fires the men talked and drank in true gypsy fashion, freely, courteously and with unrestrained enjoyment.
The women bustled around supplying food to satisfy appetites sharpened by pleasure and good humou r, then later, when the children were asleep, they joined their menfolk around t he fires to hear again ancient history, related through the medium of song, by T roka, an old and very much revered tribesman. As if by right, Marielle was place d next to Rom and as Troka's voice reached out, reedy but full of emotion, he so ftly translated, breathing the words through a cool mouth that hovered just a fr action from her ear. She drank in the poetry of the words until, as couplet foll owed couplet, she felt drugged by sheer romance and strong emotion.
When the sin ging finally ended, old Troka sank back into the arms of his sons, his strength sapped, leaving everyone hushed, lingering as if time had stood still under the impact of the songs. Rom started to hum a gypsy dance tune. It broke the tension and the rhythmic melody gradually took a hold as other young men joined in. Girls clapped and beat out the rhythm with their feet, then one of them, more fe rvent than the rest, jumped into the circle and began to dance.
Marielle's eyes widened when she recognized Lala, but dislike became tinged with admiration as t he vivacious girl postured and pirouetted in front of her audience. Her expressi on was aloof, but there was a touch of mockery in her flashing eyes as she beat the ground with small, angry-sounding steps. Encouraged by clapping hands, she s tamped her feet faster and louder, spinning around the circle with skirts flying , her quick glance skimming every face in search of someone. She stopped with st artling suddenness before Rom and began moving with slow undulating gestures, pr ovoking, teasing, daring him to turn down the challenge she was so plainly offer ing.
Close to him, Marielle felt him tense, then a flood of searing anger sprang from somewhere deep inside when, after slight hesitation, he leapt into the cir cle to join Lala. As he grabbed her by the waist the onlookers shouted and whist led their approval, then a second couple joined them, then a third, until very s oon all she could see of Rom was a quick glimpse of his laughing face when occas ionally the dancers parted.
As if to them dancing was an earnest, personal chall enge, the young gypsies charged freely into the fray, slapping their knees, clic king the toes and heels of their riding boots in succession on the ground and tw irling their partners around with an enthusiasm that sent delighted screams to t he girls' lips.
Marielle was so mentally involved that it was a shock to hear a softtoned voice questioning directly, "Would the Gaje girl care to be my partner? His pleasantly voiced re quest did nothing to disguise the recklessness, crushed but visible, in his bold eyes. His eyes followed hers towards Rom. For som e unexplainable reason she had felt slighted before the eyes of the whole camp w hen Rom had deserted her in favour of Lala, and the young gypsy's innuendo prove d her suspicion correct. She turned to him with more fire than he expected from one of her race and set his teeth flashing in a grin of pleasure by accepting.
S hall we go? The surrounding crush gave him ample exc use to pull her even closer as the dancing continued without a break, and after suffering almost half an hour of embarrassment she felt she would have given any thing to escape his hot, amorous clutches. Her chance came when Kalia, his atten tion straying more and more to her pale face and less and less upon the other da ncers, collided with another couple whose flying feet came into contact with Mar ielle's ankle. Her cry of pain was almost a scream as she sagged against him fig hting scorching waves of pain.
When he turned to atten d to Marielle, the cursed gypsy scowled, then lunged at Kalia, causing him to lo osen his hold upon her only. Feelings ran high , as inflamed by excitement and too much wine, the men took sides in a free-forall which sent the women screaming for protection. Men's bodies were hurled thro ugh the air to crash into the undergrowth, their opponents closely following beh ind. Dishes, buckets and anything else to hand were used as weapons to implement fists, feet and heads lowered as battering rams against vulnerable stomachs.
It was a sickening spectacle and Marielle, full of revulsion, staggered across to a van and screwed her eyes tightly shut to avoid watching the orgy of brutality. A whistle shrilled above the noise of the skirmish, but was ignored. A second b last, more prolonged, penetrated and braked inflamed passions to the extent of s lowing down the rate of blows exchanged. When she heard Rom's voice above the re ceding din she opened her eyes and saw his tall, angry figure dominating the gat hering of sullen men.
With knife-edged words he berated them, his lashing tongue deriding their irresponsible behaviour with a scorn that caused rough tides of colour to stain tanned cheeks. Their shuffling feet were turning towards the van s when Lala's clear tones raised their bowed heads. Her words were forceful and her eyes, when they searched for and found Marielle's white face, were imprinted with hate.
She pointed a damning finger and shouted: "It was she, the Gaje woma n, who caused the trouble! We did not want her here, but you, Rom Boro, insisted , so you must share her blame! If R om Boro and the elders who agreed to her presence will not send her away then we must appeal to the Kris for justice! Are you all agreed? For countless generations their jud gement had enforced restraint over the more powerful groups of gypsies who would have imposed their will over weaker parties. Without respect for the Kris, the Romanies would long ago have reverted to savagery, into a society of thugs corru pt by the power possessed by those of superior physique and ruled by only one la w - the law of violence.
Marielle sensed his resentment of the position in which Lala's outcry had placed him. It was galling to his proud spirit to have to sta nd accused of injustice; his erect shoulders, stern mouth, and the crushed anger spilling over the calm surface of his words hinted of a control so tightly held that nothing short of devastation would result if ever it were allowed to slip. She paced the floor of the van, feeling his eyes following her movements with a dislike she found unnerving.
When she could bear the silence no longer she appe aled, white-faced: "I did nothing wrong, nothing! How could I have known that to dance with Kalia would have such repercussions? Anyway, I hated every minute of it, and if you had not left me alone as you did none of it need ever have happe ned! A couple of lithe steps brought him so close she had to tilt her head. She waited for the storm, c ertain that she had presented him with the excuse he had been seeking - to blast her with words into a quivering pulp.
But the words remained unsaid. Instead he shattered the tense atmosphere by moving to pour out a measure of wine, then, a fter a shrug of indifference when she refused to join him, he lowered himself up on the bunk and propped himself up on one elbow to drink. His lips were stained wine red when, after supping to the dregs, he shoc ked her by harshly admitting, "You are right, of course, you were placed in my c harge and I neglected my duty both to you and to my comrades.
For that I deserve to suffer, but only God and I know how much it will cost me to redeem myself in the eyes of my people. Fear grabbed her by the throat when he swung to face her.
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For nameless seconds she was pinned by a black spear of anger, then, when he tu rned sharply away, she collapsed on to the bunk drained of all courage. The door banged behind his retreating figure and she shivered, his cryptic words dancing a ritual of fire through her brain. What dreadful punishment was he expecting t o have meted out to him from this race of barbarians? Unmentionable horrors pres ented themselves, then were thrust from her mind as hysterical imagery.
But noth ing could erase the memory of his outburst, and instinct told her that only the prospect of disaster could be responsible for the worry betrayed by Rom Boro, th e man the tough, rugged gypsies had themselves christened: The Big Man. For days as they travelled on the episode, scrupulously ignored by Rom, remained in the forefront of Marielle's mind. Worry was her constant companion and only that prevented her from becoming completely engrossed by her growing insight int o the Romanies' network of communication.
Everywhere along the road numerous sig ns had been left by other gypsies travelling ahead. At every crossroads and bend men jumped down to examine twigs that had been left positioned in a certain way , indicating the passing of another kumpania and its destination. Even scraps of coloured cloth hung upon branches at eye level were clues left for following ca ravans.
Instead of veering off the trail as she had come to expect, the train made slow steady progress, being joined by other vans at various crossroads until the colu mn began stretching out over several miles. Surprisingly, she discovered that th e use of the telephone was an accepted practice. Friendly Gaje - those who displ ayed no undue curiosity towards the gypsies - were tolerated to the extent that they were used as "points of contact".
Mail was forwarded to them and they also served as relays for long-distance telephone messages sent from many different c ountries. Rom, she learned, had his own personal contacts, as did every importan t member of the other tribes, and in exchange for their services these contacts were accorded a brand of loyalty given only to a fortunate few. To Marielle, the Kris began to assume- awesome proportions as the giant trail snaked its way tow ards a meeting place.
Everyone was quiet, subdued in the company of herself and Rom but muttering together in undertones when out of hearing. Rom made no verbal recognition of their changed attitude, but as the miles melted under the wheels his lips thinned gradually into lines of corrosive bitterness and the few words he threw in her direction became more and more terse. In a way, she reflected t earfully, she would be glad to reach the end of their journey; the sooner the or deal began the quicker it would be over.
So when eventually she spotted on the h orizon a huge gathering of caravans she felt no fear, just an overwhelming relie f that soon, for better or worse, the trial would begin. The camp site was enorm ous. Settlements of caravans were scattered over an area so large their roofs me rged with the skyline. Young men driving loaded taligas, small two-wheeled carts , shunted backwards and forwards stacking provisions for what, it seemed, was to be a protracted stay; even children were hard at work gathering large quantitie s of firewood with which to feed the rapacious fires.
Kore entered the van just as Marielle was turning from the window, tired of searching the smoky shadows mo ving in the distant firelight. Shortly after their arrival, Rom had disappeared, instructing her. The tribe is angry the less it sees of you before the trial the better. Kore was carrying a large watermelon.
She sliced through the sweet juicy pulp with a large knife, laying bare bright red flesh gl istening with black seeds. Kore abandoned the fruit to plead gentl y, "Do not grieve so, Marielle, not all the tribe are against you. Many, like Ru pa and myself, have sense enough to see that spite lies behind Lala's accusation s. I did warn you," she reminded, "that Lala was your enemy. If the Kris should decide to deliver me to Serge i Ivanov I would not complain - not so long as only I were punished What wil l they do to him, Kore?
Compassionate ar ms closed around her when she began to cry. Rom is well-k nown and respected throughout the Romany world, so much so that the accusations of Lala and her ignorant friends will lie-as easily as a feather on his head. No , whatever the krisatora decide, it will be Rom's pride that will suffer, not hi s reputation. Unfortunately, he declared himself your guardian, so under our law he must account for your actions.
The krisatora will understand the burden he u ndertook when he. Kore walked towards the door, her swaying hips complementing the impishness of the smile she displa yed when she half-turned to tease across her shoulder, "But yes, because you mus t greatly love him who manages to anger you or make you cry. A little apart from , the vas t crowd of gypsies who had travelled miles to have their grievances resolved - s ome trivial, others serious - were gathered a small group of men: the krisatora.
There was no pageantry, no outward symbols of their rank, they wore the same cl othes as the rest of the men, yet in some indefinable way they exuded authority. A solemn silence heightened the importance of the occasion as the judges took u p their positions in a half circle, moving with an easy dignity devoid of pride but nevertheless projecting an air of stately correctness.
Marielle waited with Rom until their case should come up on the agenda. He was silent, pulling on his pipe with every indication of a calmness she envied as her own nerves gradually stretched like tightening elastic. There were a number of complaints investigat ed before their own; some were deferred, others completely dealt with to the see ming satisfaction of all concerned. Then, after an. In her relief she made to rus h forward, but Rom grabbed her arm, indicating with a nod Lala's presence before the judges.
She began pleading her cause with great eloquence, flashing her bea utiful eyes over the impassive judges as she reviled Rom's lack of judgement and contested his right to impose upon his tribe a woman of evil influence - one of the hated Gaje. Murmurs of agreement from her supporters gave her confidence, a nd Marielle's heart began to thud when she sensed that Lala's impassioned pleas were being heard with sympathy.
She hardly dared look at Rom. Since Kore's extra ordinary remark every natural word and movement had been smothered by a blanket of shyness that turned their every encounter into an oasis of awkward silence. S he doubted whether he had noticed - he seemed even more unaware of her than befo re - but the terrible shyness persisted and grew to such an extent that her nerv es tensed immediately he appeared in her vicinity. What had Kore meant?
Rom had made her angry on many o ccasions, but to suggest that it was he who was responsible for her tears was ri diculous. Nerves, she decided, were responsible. The ordeals of the past few wee ks were catching up with her Rom faced the judges with arrogant pride, his distaste for the proceedings clearly evident, and as the sil ent panel examined her Marielle drew closer to his side, searching for protectio n against the animosity she felt from all sides.
The eldest of the panel address ed Rom. But, at the same time, the well-being of your tribe must be taken into consideration, and that is why, Rom Boro, before we pass judgemen t we must be convinced that your charge will never again be allowed to escape yo ur vigilance. G rey eyes that were pools of earnestness swept the jury as she stammered her assu rance. Believe me, I'll obey every order I'm given if only. Aghast, she stared up into his darkly aggravated face as dimly she began to suspect that once again she had committed some error.
An upsurge of mutterin g from the gypsies confirmed her fears even before Rom ejected through clenched teeth, "The krisatora must be addressed directly only by men.
If a woman wishes to be heard it must be done through a male mediator! It was too mu ch for her pride to bear, and not all the quelling looks in the world would have prevented her from defending her case if, at that moment, Rom had not glanced d own in time to read her mutinous face. His hand shot out to fasten upon the soft flesh of her upper arm and for a split second she endured agony. Tears of pain spurted to her eyes as he mutely demanded obedience, and only when she nodded su rrender did his grasp slacken.
Unaware of the contest of wills, the jury went in to consultation, glancing upwards every now and then as if seeking reassurance o f their decision. While they waited, Rom watched her narrowly, the shadow of a c omplacent smile relaxing his lips. He was more at ease now than he had been all day, she reflected, therefore he must be feeling that things were going well. Sh e was filled with a great thankfulness that whatever supreme sacrifice he had su spected he might have to make was now to be proved unnecessary. After a great de al of nodding and whispering the eldest of the judges lifted his head.
She felt Rom tense as the old man studied him. She had no idea why, but she felt he was f ull of sympathy for Rom when he began to address him. Are you willing to comply with it? For one swift second his blea k eyes swept her puzzled face, then an answer fell grudgingly from his lips. Was she willing to do what? Obviously she was to get no help from Rom, whose granite features resisted her unspoken pl eas for help. The crowd pushed forward, anxious to hear her reply, and a decisio n was thrust upon her. She had no idea to what she was committing herself, but i f Rom were to be helped out of the spot in which she had put him she had no alte rnative but to follow his lead.
From then onwards everything that happened was a complete mystery to Marielle. It was as if she were involved in a miming play much activity, but fe w words. Half the members of the krisatora ranged themselves at her side while t he rest joined Rom. Much clowning and bartering commenced, gold coins were offer ed by Rom's supporters only to be rejected scornfully by hers. More coins were t hen offered and accepted, only to be returned when argument again broke out as t o whether the sum received was sufficient.
All the while, surrounded by her supp orters, she tried to attract Rom's attention, but either he was too caught up in the senseless game or he was deliberately avoiding her eyes. Finally, the barte ring ended and someone produced a bottle of fine old brandy wrapped around in a silken scarf and decorated with a string of gold pieces.
With great ceremony the bottle was handed to Rom. He threw back his head and drank recklessly, his stro ng throat moving spasmodically as he downed almost half the contents. When he ap proached her, glinting dangerously, she felt a spasm of apprehension, but his ha nds were gentle enough when he passed her the bottle and indicated that she too should drink. As the satiny spirit slid down her throat she coughed, then felt h er breath cut off as liquid.
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As if at a signal, t he spectators cheered and Rom bent to sweep her high into his arms. Confused by the speed of his action and by the potent spirit, she did not struggle when he s trode with her, followed by chanting gypsies, to the door of her van. Even when he kicked open the door and strode inside she did not protest; it was only when the laughing crowd had departed leaving them isolated in a vacuum of meaningful silence that doubts and intransient fears began to form. He deposited her on the bunk, but when, instead of moving away, he remained staring down at her she beg an to tremble.
He laughed unkindly, then shocked her by laying a caressing hand on a shoulder bared by the disarrangement of her wide-necked blouse. She shrank from the intimacy of his touch, the blood freezing in her veins. And disappoint all our friends? I don't understand Behold, my wife, your new husband". She shooed Rom towards the door , chastising him playfully, "Your impatience is understandable, but as you well know, a bride must never appear too willing, so your patience must be contained until you have fought for her capture.
With an excited laugh, she pulled her to her feet. The word jabbed her frozen senses alive. Fiercely she turned u pon Kore. I agreed, yes, but I had no idea t o what! How could I have suspected that marriage was in mind when I had received neither a proposal nor even attention from the man concerned? The situation is too ridiculous even to discuss! Brimming with an understanding Marielle found exasperating, she soothed, "We Romany women are not wooed until after the wedding, and a man may not propose directly to the girl h e has chosen but must wait until his family and hers have agreed upon a settleme nt.
That is why, in your case, the krisatora themselves intervened. As neither y ou nor Rom have family or close relatives the judges split into two groups -. All in all," she beamed, "you brought a very good price for one so wilful and h eadstrong. Many gold pieces are owing to you from Rom as the price of your favou rs. Certainly I will no t tolerate being bought like an article across a shop counter! You belong to your husband, his tongue now speaks for both of you, your actions will be accounted his.
Do not try to jump over your own shadow, for the wrath of a R omany husband against an erring wife must be visibly demonstrated if he is to ke ep his respect in the eyes of his tribe, and your proud Western ideals will prov e a useless cushion against the sting of an angry husband's hand. As she watched Kore smooth out t he creases from the retrieved bridal dress her mind was assessing the incredible situation.
As far as the Romany were concerned she was now the wife of one of t heir chiefs - one who must be seen to do no wrong. Unnoticed, a hurt sigh escape d her, when with sudden clarity she remembered the dismay Rom had registered at the judges' verdict. An enforced marriage was what he had feared most.
While she had pictured unimaginable. And what of Sophie, whose name cropped up surprisingl y often on the tongues of the Romany? No one, not even Kore, would discuss the r easons for the allegiance her aunt inspired. That she was well loved there was n o doubt, so much so that Rom had endured the supreme sacrifice of marriage to a woman he despised rather than have to hurt one whom he loved.. She shuddered, t hen, icily calm, came to a decision. Her presence had brought nothing but troubl e to her aunt, to Rom, and to the Romany tribe.
Somehow she had to get away, mak e her own way to England, before her stumbling feet became further entangled in the skein of their lives.