Evita's mother dropped the pitcher and froze where she stood, she looked at her husband and warned him with her eyes. "I...I'm extremely sorry but I have enough mouths to feed already...I.." Evita's father darted his eyes around the room and broke into a sweat. "But cousin, the Moors are after him. They have invaded Granada and proclaimed the throne already. Pardon me for saying this but as we talk they are slaughtering the King and his family. By the time we head back there won't be any survivors but as for the prince, he will survive if you give him a chance," Basilio tried his best to convince his cousin and Evita's mother. "Moors! What difference would it make to us, first we were under the Romans, then you Visigoths and now these Arabs! We gipsies are still suffering in poverty!" Ev