It were a thousand pities, cried the guest, leaping from his bed, that so pretty a face should look cross on my account, so I will not keep her waiting an instant.
The gypsy smiled, as he answered, I require no professional help from the devil, sir, to foretell your fortune.
No!and what is it?
Honour, reputation, success: all that are ever won by a soft tongue, if it be backed by a bold heart.
Bright and keen was the flash which shot over the countenance of the one for whom this prediction was made, as he listened to it with a fondness for which his reason rebuked him.
He turned aside with a sigh, which did not escape the gypsy, and bathed his face in the water which the provident hand of the good woman had set out for his lavations.
Well, said his host, when the youth had finished his brief toilet, suppose we breathe the fresh air, while Lucy smooths your bed and prepares the breakfast?
With all my heart, replied the youth, and they descended the steps which led into the wood. It was a beautiful, fresh morning; the air was like a draught from a Spirits fountain, and filled the heart with new youth and the blood with a rapturous delight; the leavesthe green, green leaves of springwere quivering on the trees, among which the happy birds fluttered and breathed the gladness of their souls in song. While the dewdrops that
strewed
A baptism oer the flowers
gave back in their million mirrors the reflected smiles of the cloudless and rejoicing sun.
Nature, said the gypsy, has bestowed on her children a gorgeous present in such a morning.
True, said the youth; and you, of us two, perhaps only deserve it; as for me, when I think of the long road of dust, heat, and toil, that lies before me, I could almost wish to stop here and ask an admission into the gypsys tents.
You could not do a wiser thing! said the gypsy, gravely.
But fate leaves me no choice, continued the youth, as seriously as if he were in earnest; and I must quit you immediately after I have a second time tasted of your hospitable fare.
If it must be so, answered the gypsy, I will see you, at least, a mile or two on your road. The youth thanked him for a promise which his curiosity made acceptable, and they turned once more to the caravan.
The meal, however obtained, met with as much honour as it could possibly have received from the farmer from whom its materials were borrowed.
It was not without complacency that the worthy pair beheld the notice their guest lavished upon a fair, curly-headed boy of about three years old, the sole child and idol of the gypsy potentates. But they did not perceive, when the youth rose to depart, that he slipped into the folds of the childs dress a ring of some value, the only one he possessed.
And now, said he, after having thanked his entertainers for their hospitality, I must say good-by to your flock, and set out upon my days journey.
Lucy, despite her bashfulness, shook hands with her handsome guest; and the latter, accompanied by the gypsy chief, strolled down to the encampments.
Open and free was his parting farewell to the inmates of the two tents, and liberal was the hand which showered upon allespecially on the damsel who had been his Thais of the evening feastthe silver coins which made no inconsiderable portion of his present property.
It was amidst the oracular wishes and favourable predictions of the whole crew that he recommenced his journey with the gypsy chief.
When the tents were fairly out of sight, and not till then, King Cole broke the silence which had as yet subsisted between them.
I suppose, my young gentleman, that you expect to meet some of your friends or relations at W? I know not what they will say when they hear where you have spent the night.
Indeed! said the youth; whoever hears my adventures, relation or not, will be delighted with my description; but in sober earnest, I expect to find no one at W more my friend than a surly innkeeper, unless it be his dog.
Why, they surely do not suffer a stripling of your youth and evident quality to wander alone! cried King Cole, in undisguised surprise.
The young traveller made no prompt answer, but bent down as if to pluck a wild-flower which grew by the road-side: after a pause, he said,
Nay, Master Cole, you must not set me the example of playing the inquisitor, or you cannot guess how troublesome I shall be. To tell you the truth, I am dying with curiosity to know something more about you than you may be disposed to tell me: you have already confessed that, however boon companions your gypsies may be, it is not among gypsies that you were born and bred.
King Cole laughed: perhaps he was not ill pleased by the curiosity of his guest, nor by the opportunity it afforded him of being his own hero.
My story, sir, said he, would be soon told, if you thought it worth the hearing, nor does it contain anything which should prevent my telling it.
If so, quoth the youth, I shall conceive your satisfying my request a still greater favour than those you have already bestowed upon me.
The gypsy relaxed his pace into an indolent saunter, as he commenced:
The first scene that I remember was similar to that which you witnessed last night. The savage tent, and the green moor; the fagot blaze; the eternal pot, with its hissing note of preparation; the old dame who tended it, and the ragged urchins who learned from its contents the first reward of theft and the earliest temptation to it,all these are blended into agreeable confusion as the primal impressions of my childhood. The woman who nurtured me as my mother was rather capricious than kind, and my infancy passed away, like that of more favoured scions of fortune, in alternate chastisement and caresses. In good truth, Kinching Meg had the shrillest voice and the heaviest hand of the whole crew; and I cannot complain of injustice, since she treated me no worse than the rest. Notwithstanding the irregularity of my education, I grew up strong and healthy, and my reputed mother had taught me so much fear for herself that she left me none for anything else; accordingly, I became bold, reckless, and adventurous, and at the age of thirteen was as thorough a reprobate as the tribe could desire. At that time a singular change befell me: we (that is, my mother and myself) were begging not many miles hence at the door of a rich mans house in which the mistress lay on her death-bed. That mistress was my real mother, from whom Meg had stolen me in the first year of existence. Whether it was through the fear of conscience or the hope of reward, no sooner had Meg learnt the dangerous state of my poor mother, the constant grief, which they said had been the sole though slow cause of her disease, and the large sums which had been repeatedly offered for my recovery; no sooner, I say, did Meg ascertain all these particulars than she fought her way up to the sick-chamber, fell on her knees before the bed, owned her crime, and produced myself. Various little proofs of time, place, circumstance; the clothing I had worn when stolen, and which was still preserved, joined to the striking likeness I bore to both my parents, especially to my father, silenced all doubt and incredulity: I was welcomed home with a joy which it is in vain to describe. My return seemed to recall my mother from the grave; she lingered on for many months longer than her physicians thought it possible, and when she died her last words commended me to my fathers protection.