Teresa and Danielle were still running because they knew that if they stopped, Romal was going to catch up with them. Teresa decided that they'd better rest, so they stopped at a stream and took a drink. She also looked at Danielle's back. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind them and they found themselves surrounded be gypsies. They grabbed both of them, tied them up and walked them to their camp.

Henry's horse charged through the forest. He couldn't believe that he had just let Danielle go that night at the ball. He had been a spoiled brat that night, and he knew it. He imagined what his parents were doing right now. They were probably worried sick. He smiled when he thought of the King and Queen of Spain, and the look on their faces when he ran back out the door to find Danielle. Henry's thoughts stopped suddenly, when they came to a stream. He looked around, and found several footprints in the dirt. It has to be them. Maybe the gypsies found them and they're alright. Or not. It might not even be the friends that they had made a few days ago. "Stephen," Henry said. "I see footprints leading further into the woods. Let's follow them." Stephen nodded and they rode slowly, following the footprints.

Frances and Marie, King and Queen of France, laid in bed talking that night. "Are you sure he took enough men, Frances?" Marie asked, worried about her son. "What if something happens to him? Are you going to live for ever like you boasted earlier?" Frances looked over at her. "Marie," he said. "I am sure that Henry would not do anything foolish. Stephen is with him, so he'll be safe." Marie still looked uncertain. He smiled and turned on his side. "Good night, dearest. Please do not worry. I will send out a few more men in the morning to look for him." His wife sighed. "Alright then, good night."

The walk in the forest along with the gypsies was hard because they had to up and down hills, climb rocks and cross streams. Danielle was already tired, and Teresa didn't like the gypsies. Danielle paid no notice of them. She was very tired, what with not having any sleep the night before and Romal beating her with the sword and then having to run for their lives when Teresa rescued her, well, she was about to collapse. When the finally stopped, they were at a large opening in the center of the forest, where the gypsies made camp. One of the larger gypsies named Dominic gave them both blankets to sleep with that night. Danielle fell right to sleep, while Teresa couldn't sleep while they where in the company of gypsies. She eventually fell asleep, but not without eating the rabbit stew that one of the men made.

The foot prints in the dirt road that led deeper into the forest were fading quickly along with the sun. Henry stopped his horse and signaled to the others to do the same. He had to face the facts that they were not going to find Danielle tonight. Stephen and two other men went away from the path to find some meat for supper. When they came back, they brought with them four rabbits and a squirrel. Henry wasn't that hungry. He barley touched his food. He couldn't stop thinking about her. How badly he had treated her when she told him the truth about her identity. He should have listened to Leonardo, who had told him that he was making the worst mistake of his life. Right now, everything seemed wrong. Henry would not sleep this night, worrying about Danielle, the woman he loved.

Danielle slowly awakened the next morning. She saw the young woman who had saved her the night before. "Where are we?" she asked weakly. The young woman looked up and smiled. "You're awake," she said softly. "How is your back?" Danielle looked at her with a questioned look, but then she suddenly felt pain there. "It hurts," she said. The young woman nodded. "In answer to your earlier question," she said. "We are in a gypsy camp. They came upon us last night at the river. Do you not remember?" Danielle shook her head, which suddenly started pounding. "Owwww," she said grabbing her head. The young woman took and rag and dipped it in a bowl that was nearby. She then put it on Danielle's throbbing head. "Um," said Danielle. "What is your name?" The young woman smiled. "My name is Teresa," she said.