Chapter 10: The World Will Know!

Meg's POV

The day progressed slowly. As Erik developed strategies with Jean and the others while Meg watched Carressa perform.

Everyone came to hear the little girl sing. One song caught every bystander's attention; making everyone stop to watch.

"Is this your first time hearing the sweet tunes of la Flavia?" A woman asked Meg. She nodded, assuming that Carressa was la Flavia. "She lives with her brother, le Saphir, the Gypsy Prince. Their caravan was where the former Gypsy King lived."

"Gypsy King?" Meg asked the woman.

"They call him le Ossature, I think. He disappeared before they declared him their king. Le Saphir was so much like him in personality that they put him in charge until le Ossature returned."

Meg wondered if Erik knew that he was looked up to so much before now, she headed away from Carressa's performance and ran into the red haired Gypsy, la Incendie. "You are le Ossature's lover?"

Meg nodded. La Incendie led her towards a carriage. "You aren't a gypsy, but I was told that you can dance."

"Yes, but I don't—"

Incendie threw a blouse, a black vest and a red skirt at her. "We'll have some work to do if you're to be known as la Ivoire,"

Erik's POV

Jean learned how to use the lasso quickly, and the others worked on their aim with pistols and daggers. The younger gypsies would go and do their jobs, whatever that may be.

Incendie came out, a new gypsy behind her. "Saphir, due to certain circumstances, I won't be able join the battle tomorrow, so I'll stay around with Meg," she placed her hand on Meg's shoulder. Erik doubled around.

Meg looked exactly like one of the gypsies around him. Her hair was tied back by a red and gold cloth. Her new attire included a long red skirt, a white blouse which was supported by a black vest similar to the other girls.

"Fine by me, take it easy Incendie," Jean called to her. Once the girls were gone, Erik turned to Jean.

"Care to explain?"

Jean snickered. "Incendie got her name because she was caught in a fire before she joined us. Her leg is terribly burnt and it limits her ability, but she makes excellent predictions."

"Ah…a psychic," Erik said, impressed.

"Yeah. She's one of the oldest of our group, besides me of course," Jean said, throwing the lasso around a dummy shaped like a person. The lasso tightened around the torso.

"The neck, Jean, aim for the neck," Erik corrected, demonstrating again. Jean growled and tried again. Erik left him to work on it, checking on the other gypsies. He wasn't sure if this was right.

Erik didn't understand these children; why would they want to follow. He looked towards the sky and noticed that it was nearing sunset.

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