‘You’ve been a-thinkin’ all this while, brother, that I don’t know why you asked me about Winnie’s favourite places on Snowdon, and why you wanted me to take my crwth to the camp.  But I’ve been a-thinkin’ about it, and I know now why you did, and I know why you wants me to play the Welsh dukkerin’ gillie here.  It’s because you heerd me say that if I were to play that dukkerin’ gillie on Snowdon in the places she was fond on, I could tell for sartin whether Winnie wur alive or dead.  If she wur alive her livin’ mullo ’ud follow the crwth.  But I ain’t a-goin’ to do it.’

‘Why not, Sinfi?’

‘Because my mammy used to say it ain’t right to make use o’ the real dukkerin’ for Gorgios, and I’ve heerd her say that if them as had the real dukkerin’—­the dukkerin’ for the Romanies—­used it for the Gorgios, or if they turned it into a sport and a plaything, it ’ud leave ’em altogether.  And that ain’t the wust on it, for when the real dukkerin’ leaves you it turns into a kind of a cuss, and it brings on the bite of the Romany Sap. [Footnote] Even now, Hal, I sometimes o’ nights feels the bite here of the Romany Sap,’ pointing to her bosom, ‘and it’s all along o’ you, Hal, it’s all along o’ you, because I seem to be breaking the promise about Gorgios I made to my poor mammy.’

[Footnote:  The Romany serpent, Conscience.]

’The Romany Sap?  You mean the Romany conscience, I suppose, Sinfi:  you mean the trouble a Romany feels when he has broken the Romany laws, when he has done wrong according to the Romany notions of right and wrong.  But you are innocent of all wrong-doing.’

‘I don’t know nothin’ about conscience,’ said she, ’I mean the Romany Sap.  Don’t you mind when we was a-goin’ up Snowdon arter Winifred that mornin’?  I told you as the rocks, an’ the trees, an’ the winds, an’ the waters cuss us when we goes ag’in the Romany blood an’ ag’in the dukkerin’ dook.  The cuss that the rocks, an’ the trees, an’ the winds, an’ the waters makes, an’ sends it out to bite the burk [Footnote] o’ the Romany as does wrong—­that’s the Romany Sap.’

[Footnote:  Breast.]

‘You mean conscience, Sinfi.’

‘No, I don’t mean nothink o’ the sort; the Romanies ain’t got no conscience, an’ if the Gorgios has, it’s precious little good as it does ’em, as far as I can see.  But the Romanies has got the Romany Sap.  Everything wrong as you does, such as killin’ a Romany, or cheatin’ a Romany, or playin’ the lubbany with a Gorgio, or breakin’ your oath to your mammy as is dead, or goin’ ag’in the dukkerin’ dook, an’ sich like, every one o’ these things turns into the Romany Sap.’

‘You’re speaking of conscience, Sinfi.’