Bruël is a
large town, large enough to keep the Gypsy Fair going for weeks. But Dante
didn’t know if coming to this town was that good of a choice. He had one of
those feelings too vague to put a finger on it but for his intuition it’s a
very true feeling. He is losing control of something, he thought, but, “I don’t
know if I can have control over whatever it is that’s happening?”
Remus, heir
to the tribal crown, has vanished. There was occasional evidence of his
presence at both the camp and with the horses but he hadn’t been seen by
anyone. Dante didn’t want to make an issue of it but he is concerned. Then his
niece, Kalina, heiress to the profound magical and mystical powers of Madame Ajándék,
scampers off, dressed like a gadjo, to do what? He thought. “And now, we have
some kind of police person prowling around... Why?”
“What is
supposed to be is no longer.” Dante added. It’s part of an incantation his
deceased wife Arissia liked to repeat.
(To Be
Continued.)
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