us.”
B astion was fully interested . “Who were they?” he asked.
“They were Moldavians, some of them,” Kizzy said.
“But,” Nadya whimpered, finally speaking up, “but...” she choked on the words.
“Some of the men who attacked... they were gypsies,” she said in horror.
Kizzy confirmed. “Some of them were gypsies... just like us...”
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The Gypsy Queen- CHAPTER 5- “Request”
Bastion and his gypsy companions made their way towards Yana ’s caravan, as Kizzy and Nadya told their tale.
“They captured us all. Everyone we were traveling with,” said Nadya.
“How many?” Yana and Bastion asked in unison.
“There were seven of us. We got away in the fire, but we don’t know about the others. But they didn’t just have us,” Nadya continued, “They already had at least a dozen others we didn’t know.”
“We heard them talking,” Kizzy added. “I don’t understand too much of their language, but it sounded like they were up to something big .”
“Where were they taking you?” Bastion asked.
“They were taking us to Kaffa, sir,” Kizzy answered. “Across the Black Sea .” Bastion stiffened. He knew of Kaffa.
“There was a gypsy woman,” said Nadya. “She said they have a castle in the Lower Reach, a big place where they keep everyone they capture, before they sail to Kaffa to be sold.”
Bastion rode silently, as the gypsy girls talked further amongst themselves. Their conversation turned to lighter things, and they were all grateful for it . They traveled toward Jedikai , to meet up with Yana ’s caravan. The morning sun lent its warmth to them as they traveled the meadows and hillsides towards the city, and Yana shed her black cloak.
Bastion retrieved a white shirt from his pack and changed as they rode. Yana did ev erything she could to watch him without him noticing. She looked on in surprise when he was finished. “You look like a gypsy man,” she remarked. Bastion smiled at that. He was indeed wearing gypsy clothing.
“It’s my favorite shirt,” he replied. “I don’t often find occasion to wear it.”
Yana opened her mouth to say more, but was unable. She was a bit flustered, in fact, and chose instead to look off into the distance, lest he catch her blushing. He was a fine looking man, and the white gypsy shirt set off a tremendous affection for him within her. Her emotions were flooding her , as she thought of him and watched him ride.
He had not hesitat ed to come to her aid, and that of her p eople. He executed their mission flawlessly. He took over masterfully. He was dangerous, and he was fearless.
Yana thought a moment. She knew no other man like him. He was a beautiful boy, when they first met, and now he was a powerful man. His power appealed to her, but it was their sticking point, too. He was based in the city, in the kingdom , and she was not. There was no gypsy man she could imagine that was anything like him... but at least the gypsy men were free to roam, as she was. They would not rule over her; she could not allow that.
Yana let her troubled thoughts wander silently through her head as they approached Jedikai . She wondered if somehow the seeming curse of dark news or dark times that always accompanied Bastion might be lifted, as cheers rose from the gypsy camp as they approached, Dimmie running up to meet them.
“You found them! You found them!” he shouted, running up to their horses. Kizzy and Nadya jumped to the ground and embraced Dimmie and the other gypsies. Music sprung up in the camp, and Bastion kept his distance, letting the gypsies have their celebration. His mind was elsewhere, considering the news the gypsy girls had brought, and comparing it to the information the kingdom held about the Moldavians. Bastion was glad for their successful mission, but this news meant that a much larger task faced him.
Yana
B astion was fully interested . “Who were they?” he asked.
“They were Moldavians, some of them,” Kizzy said.
“But,” Nadya whimpered, finally speaking up, “but...” she choked on the words.
“Some of the men who attacked... they were gypsies,” she said in horror.
Kizzy confirmed. “Some of them were gypsies... just like us...”
________________________
The Gypsy Queen- CHAPTER 5- “Request”
Bastion and his gypsy companions made their way towards Yana ’s caravan, as Kizzy and Nadya told their tale.
“They captured us all. Everyone we were traveling with,” said Nadya.
“How many?” Yana and Bastion asked in unison.
“There were seven of us. We got away in the fire, but we don’t know about the others. But they didn’t just have us,” Nadya continued, “They already had at least a dozen others we didn’t know.”
“We heard them talking,” Kizzy added. “I don’t understand too much of their language, but it sounded like they were up to something big .”
“Where were they taking you?” Bastion asked.
“They were taking us to Kaffa, sir,” Kizzy answered. “Across the Black Sea .” Bastion stiffened. He knew of Kaffa.
“There was a gypsy woman,” said Nadya. “She said they have a castle in the Lower Reach, a big place where they keep everyone they capture, before they sail to Kaffa to be sold.”
Bastion rode silently, as the gypsy girls talked further amongst themselves. Their conversation turned to lighter things, and they were all grateful for it . They traveled toward Jedikai , to meet up with Yana ’s caravan. The morning sun lent its warmth to them as they traveled the meadows and hillsides towards the city, and Yana shed her black cloak.
Bastion retrieved a white shirt from his pack and changed as they rode. Yana did ev erything she could to watch him without him noticing. She looked on in surprise when he was finished. “You look like a gypsy man,” she remarked. Bastion smiled at that. He was indeed wearing gypsy clothing.
“It’s my favorite shirt,” he replied. “I don’t often find occasion to wear it.”
Yana opened her mouth to say more, but was unable. She was a bit flustered, in fact, and chose instead to look off into the distance, lest he catch her blushing. He was a fine looking man, and the white gypsy shirt set off a tremendous affection for him within her. Her emotions were flooding her , as she thought of him and watched him ride.
He had not hesitat ed to come to her aid, and that of her p eople. He executed their mission flawlessly. He took over masterfully. He was dangerous, and he was fearless.
Yana thought a moment. She knew no other man like him. He was a beautiful boy, when they first met, and now he was a powerful man. His power appealed to her, but it was their sticking point, too. He was based in the city, in the kingdom , and she was not. There was no gypsy man she could imagine that was anything like him... but at least the gypsy men were free to roam, as she was. They would not rule over her; she could not allow that.
Yana let her troubled thoughts wander silently through her head as they approached Jedikai . She wondered if somehow the seeming curse of dark news or dark times that always accompanied Bastion might be lifted, as cheers rose from the gypsy camp as they approached, Dimmie running up to meet them.
“You found them! You found them!” he shouted, running up to their horses. Kizzy and Nadya jumped to the ground and embraced Dimmie and the other gypsies. Music sprung up in the camp, and Bastion kept his distance, letting the gypsies have their celebration. His mind was elsewhere, considering the news the gypsy girls had brought, and comparing it to the information the kingdom held about the Moldavians. Bastion was glad for their successful mission, but this news meant that a much larger task faced him.
Yana
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