Chapter Four
Dance, Beautiful Gypsy, Dance
“How far is it to Lympwick, Karel?”
The Gypsy prince smiled at his wife, “About two miles across this moor, Katarina, then ten miles along the road. We will be there in three hours, just about dusk.”
“You’re sure Tabor can pull our wagon that fast? We have all of our Gypsies inside; Pavel, Varina, Zivon, Sonja, Stasio, Milka, Radinka, Milos, and Hedy. That’s a lot of weight for poor Tabor to pull.”
“Tabor is young and strong, and his neck wound is healed. He is a good horse.”
“But why did you have to bring Hedy? She delights in making trouble.”
“Dearest Katarina, you know how frightened she is of the Baron and his castle. If I hadn’t let her into our wagon, she would run along behind us, screaming all the way. You know we can’t risk upsetti
