A Gypsy Song (The Eye of the Crystal Ball - The Wolfboy Chronicles) by Willow Rose
Authors: Willow Rose
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what?”
Settela laughed a light laughter and smiled with warmth. Then she kissed Sara on the forehead and looked her in the eyes. Sara felt so loved when she did that.
“A baby. I am expecting a baby.”
Sara felt lightheaded. It seemed like everything was spinning around her. The caravans, the smiling and laughing women, her mom and dad, the whole camp was turning around her.
Oh no! Not again?
“How many?” Sara asked from experience. Last time anyone gave her that message three babies came out and destroyed everything.
“Only the one,” her mother said reassuringly. “It is going to be wonderful. Our small family is expanding.”
Sara didn’t even try to smile. She was the only one who had gone through this before. They did not know what they were getting themselves in to.
“But why did all these women say all that stuff.”
Her mother looked at her curiously.
“What stuff is that?”
Sara had a small tear escape from her eye. Her mother saw it and wiped it away with her finger.
“They talked like you were going to die or something.”
Settela hugged Sara and squeezed her tight.
“Oh, sweetie, you must have thought the most horrible things. Don’t listen to them. They were just talking.”
“But why would they say that?”
Settela sighed and sat down on the ground next to Sara.
“Listen to me,” she said. “They talk like that because they think I am too old to have a child.”
“Are you?”
“I am getting older, and it is very unusual for a woman my age to have more children. We tried for years to have a child and had almost given up when you came along. You were our miracle. But because of all the years of trying to get pregnant I had you late and therefore we were certain that you would be our only child, but now this happened. It is another miracle and it must be a very special child. Just like you.”
Sara sniffled.
“But …”
Settela smiled and interrupted her.
“No buts here, little missy,” she said and pressed her forefinger on Sara’s nose with her bright smile. “This child is a gift from the spirits and everything will be just fine. I will be fine and so will the baby.”
Then Settela squeezed Sara, and Moeselman took them both in his arms and held them tight.
Sara felt better after talking to her mother, but something inside of her wasn’t quite convinced that everything was going to be fine. A feeling, a nagging unrest in her, told her that she was the one with the experience in this field, and it was not a good one.
That fall they performed in the cities of the Mediterranean coast of Spain and as the winter came they stayed outside the city of Barcelona.
Sara’s mother had gotten big and it became more and more difficult for her to travel. She was tired all the time and needed her rest, and traveling on bumpy roads is not pleasant when you have a baby in your stomach. So they did an unusual thing. They decided not to travel anymore until the baby was born and they stayed for three months in the same place.
When the time came and Settela was about the have the baby, spring was in the air.
It happened early in the morning. Sara woke up when she heard her mother scream.
“What is wrong with mom?” she asked as she entered her parent’s bedroom.
Settela’s face was taut with strain, she was making a low noise like a tree creaking. The effort was costing her dearly, using up her last reserves of strength, and she seemed to drift off in a doze for a second. Then she became alert again and another scream filled the caravan.
Three of the tribe’s women were already there and Sara’s great grandmother sat in a chair in the corner and was chanting and praying.
Moeselman stood at Settela’s bed and held her hand. When he saw Sara he let go of the hand and walked outside with her.
“Is this it? Why is she screaming so much? Is something wrong?” Sara asked when they got outside where a crowd had gathered. They were all cheerful and looking at
Settela laughed a light laughter and smiled with warmth. Then she kissed Sara on the forehead and looked her in the eyes. Sara felt so loved when she did that.
“A baby. I am expecting a baby.”
Sara felt lightheaded. It seemed like everything was spinning around her. The caravans, the smiling and laughing women, her mom and dad, the whole camp was turning around her.
Oh no! Not again?
“How many?” Sara asked from experience. Last time anyone gave her that message three babies came out and destroyed everything.
“Only the one,” her mother said reassuringly. “It is going to be wonderful. Our small family is expanding.”
Sara didn’t even try to smile. She was the only one who had gone through this before. They did not know what they were getting themselves in to.
“But why did all these women say all that stuff.”
Her mother looked at her curiously.
“What stuff is that?”
Sara had a small tear escape from her eye. Her mother saw it and wiped it away with her finger.
“They talked like you were going to die or something.”
Settela hugged Sara and squeezed her tight.
“Oh, sweetie, you must have thought the most horrible things. Don’t listen to them. They were just talking.”
“But why would they say that?”
Settela sighed and sat down on the ground next to Sara.
“Listen to me,” she said. “They talk like that because they think I am too old to have a child.”
“Are you?”
“I am getting older, and it is very unusual for a woman my age to have more children. We tried for years to have a child and had almost given up when you came along. You were our miracle. But because of all the years of trying to get pregnant I had you late and therefore we were certain that you would be our only child, but now this happened. It is another miracle and it must be a very special child. Just like you.”
Sara sniffled.
“But …”
Settela smiled and interrupted her.
“No buts here, little missy,” she said and pressed her forefinger on Sara’s nose with her bright smile. “This child is a gift from the spirits and everything will be just fine. I will be fine and so will the baby.”
Then Settela squeezed Sara, and Moeselman took them both in his arms and held them tight.
Sara felt better after talking to her mother, but something inside of her wasn’t quite convinced that everything was going to be fine. A feeling, a nagging unrest in her, told her that she was the one with the experience in this field, and it was not a good one.
That fall they performed in the cities of the Mediterranean coast of Spain and as the winter came they stayed outside the city of Barcelona.
Sara’s mother had gotten big and it became more and more difficult for her to travel. She was tired all the time and needed her rest, and traveling on bumpy roads is not pleasant when you have a baby in your stomach. So they did an unusual thing. They decided not to travel anymore until the baby was born and they stayed for three months in the same place.
When the time came and Settela was about the have the baby, spring was in the air.
It happened early in the morning. Sara woke up when she heard her mother scream.
“What is wrong with mom?” she asked as she entered her parent’s bedroom.
Settela’s face was taut with strain, she was making a low noise like a tree creaking. The effort was costing her dearly, using up her last reserves of strength, and she seemed to drift off in a doze for a second. Then she became alert again and another scream filled the caravan.
Three of the tribe’s women were already there and Sara’s great grandmother sat in a chair in the corner and was chanting and praying.
Moeselman stood at Settela’s bed and held her hand. When he saw Sara he let go of the hand and walked outside with her.
“Is this it? Why is she screaming so much? Is something wrong?” Sara asked when they got outside where a crowd had gathered. They were all cheerful and looking at
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