His companions were awaiting the return of their leader, Morgana, who had been absent since the preceding day, and who had departed on Plantagenet’s pony.  Most of them were lounging or strolling in the vicinity of their tents; the children were playing; the old woman was cooking at the fire; and altogether, save that the hour was not so late, the scene presented much the same aspect as when Cadurcis had first beheld it.  As for his present occupation, Beruna was giving him a lesson in the gipsy language, which he was acquiring with a rapid facility, which quite exceeded all his previous efforts in such acquisitions.

Suddenly a scout sang out that a party was in sight.  The men instantly disappeared; the women were on the alert; and one ran forward as a spy, on pretence of telling fortunes.  This bright-eyed professor of palmistry soon, however, returned running, and out of breath, yet chatting all the time with inconceivable rapidity, and accompanying the startling communication she was evidently making with the most animated gestures.  Beruna started up, and, leaving the astonished Cadurcis, joined them.  She seemed alarmed.  Cadurcis was soon convinced there was consternation in the camp.

Suddenly a horseman galloped up, and was immediately followed by a companion.  They called out, as if encouraging followers, and one of them immediately galloped away again, as if to detail the results of their reconnaissance.  Before Cadurcis could well rise and make inquiries as to what was going on, a light cart, containing several men, drove up, and in it, a prisoner, he detected Morgana.  The branches of the trees concealed for a moment two other horsemen who followed the cart; but Cadurcis, to his infinite alarm and mortification, soon recognised Dr. Masham and Peter.

When the gipsies found their leader was captive, they no longer attempted to conceal themselves; they all came forward, and would have clustered round the cart, had not the riders, as well as those who more immediately guarded the prisoner, prevented them.  Morgana spoke some words in a loud voice to the gipsies, and they immediately appeared less agitated; then turning to Dr. Masham, he said in English, ‘Behold your child!’

Instantly two gipsy men seized Cadurcis, and led him to the Doctor.

‘How now, my lord!’ said the worthy Rector, in a stern voice, ’is this your duty to your mother and your friends?’

Cadurcis looked down, but rather dogged than ashamed.

‘You have brought an innocent man into great peril,’ continued the Doctor.  ’This person, no longer a prisoner, has been arrested on suspicion of robbery, and even murder, through your freak.  Morgana, or whatever your name may be, here is some reward for your treatment of this child, and some compensation for your detention.  Mount your pony, Lord Cadurcis, and return to your home with me.’

‘This is my home, sir,’ said Plantagenet.