Lark and Wren

are older children, adolescents, they watch the younger ones, and if there aren't there's always someone with a task that can be done at the encampment that minds the children for everyone else.'

She raised an eyebrow skeptically. 'Mind you, this is all nasty tale-telling from evil-mouthed, small-minded villagers, but-I've never heard anything about Gypsy parents except that they were terrible. Selling their children, forcing them to work, maiming them and putting them out to beg-'

'Have you ever actually seen any of that with your own eyes?' he asked. She shook her head, carefully. 'It's not true, any of it. They know how to prevent having children, so they never have more than they can feed-if something does happen to one or both parents, every family in the caravan is willing to take on an extra mouth. The children are tended carefully, the encampment is always guarded by dogs that would take on a wolf-pack for their sakes, and the children loved by everyone in the caravan. They grow up to be pretty wonderful adults. Well, look at Gwyna, Raven and Erdric.'

She gave a dry chuckle. 'Sounds too good to be true.'

'Oh, there're exceptions,' he admitted. 'There are families other Gypsies refuse to travel with-there are families that are hard on their children and a general nuisance to the rest of the adults. Any child that doesn't learn how to get out of the way of a drunk or a serious situation is going to be on the receiving end of a cuff. You must admit, though, that can happen anywhere. Mostly, Gypsy children are the healthiest and happiest I've ever seen. The drawback is that they won't learn reading, writing, or the Holy Book-the Gypsies don't hold with any of the three.'

'Reading and writing we can teach them ourselves,' Rune countered. 'And the Holy Book-they should read it when they're old enough to understand that what they're reading is as much what the Church wants you to believe as it is Holy Words.' She thought that proposition over for a long moment. 'That would work,' she concluded, finally. 'Having a wagon to live in eliminates one of the biggest expenses of living in a town or city, too.'

'What, the rent?' He grinned. She'd already told him about her job at Amber's, and he knew very well they could always find something comparable if they ever cared to settle in one place for long.

'No,' she countered. 'The damned tithe and tax. If they can't catch you, they can't collect it. And if you leave before they catch you-'

'Point taken,' he admitted. 'Though, I'll warn you, I do pay tax; I've been paying both our shares. If you want decent government, you have to be prepared to pay for it.'

He saw a shadow of something-some remembered pain-pass across her face. 'Point taken,' she said, quietly. 'Tonno-felt the same way as you, and lectured me about it often enough. But the tithe serves no damned purpose at all. If it got into the hands of Priests like your cousin, that would be different. Most of the time, though, it ends up in the hands of men that are no better than thieves.'

He snorted, and tried not to think too hard about most of his dealings with the Church-those that hadn't involved Ardis seeking out someone specific for him to speak to. 'I've known thieves with more honor-and Ardis would be the first to agree with you. But we weren't talking about Ardis.'

'No, we weren't.' She leaned forward, intently. 'Talaysen, what do you intend to do with the Free Bards?'

'Do?' Was she really asking what he thought she was asking? 'What exactly do you mean?'

'What I said,' she replied. 'What are you going to do with them? Oh, it was enough to form them, to keep the Bardic Guild from getting rid of them when there were only a handful of you, I'm sure. But there are nearly fifty of you now-not counting the ones that didn't come to the Midsummer Faire. And there are more joining every year! They think of you not only as the founder, but as the leader-now what are you going to lead them to? Or is this just going to be a kind of Gypsy Clan with no other purpose than to live and play music?'

Of all of the Free Bards, Rune was the only one that had asked him that question, the question he had been asking himself for about three years.

'There are a lot of things I would like to do,' he said, slowly, 'but all of them involve having more power than we do now. That's why I've gotten the rest involved in trying to ingratiate ourselves with the Sires and Guildmasters outside the big cities.'

'So that when you come to demand a change, there will be someone backing you.' She nodded enthusiastically. 'What's the change?'

'Mostly, we-I-want to see some of the privileges and monopolies taken away from the Bardic Guild,' he replied. 'I want them put on a completely equal footing with us. I don't want to set up the Free Bards in place of the Guild, but I want any musician to be free to take any place that's been offered him. I want the Sires able to hire and fire members of the Guild the same way they can hire and fire Free Bards and traveling minstrels. And there are some abuses of power within the Guild that I want looked into.'

She sat back on her heels, and smiled. 'That'll do,' she replied. 'That's enough for anyone's lifetime. Let your successor worry about the next step.'

'Are you going to marry me now?' he asked, trying to sound plaintive, and actually sounding testy. She laughed.

'Since you ask me so romantically, I think so,' she said, tossing a shirt at him that he had forgotten. 'But don't think that you can go back to being aloof until the bonds are set.' She bared her teeth at him, in a playful little snarl that was oddly erotic. He restrained himself from doing what he would have liked to do. For one thing, he wanted a more comfortable bed than the boulders of the stream-bank, sun-warmed though they were. . . .

'I don't know why I shouldn't,' he replied provokingly. 'After all, you've been hurt, your head probably aches and I'm sure you couldn't possibly be interested in-'

She pounced on him, and proved that she could, most definitely be interested in-

And he found that the rocks weren't as bad as he had thought.

Rune would have laughed at her lover, if she hadn't been so certain that she would badly hurt his feelings by doing so. Now that they were lovers, she was perfectly content. But he was heading them into Brughten, despite the fact that there was no Faire there and the pickings would be slim, because he wanted to find a Priest to marry them. Immediately. Incredible.