Pearl waited patiently as a couple strolled through he tent. Her husband kept glancing at young maids and well endowed women. He had even leered at Pearl. The woman picked up odds and ends, feeling seduced by the exotic things. She kept inquiring as to the history of each item and where it came from. She picked up a luxurious veil that was beaded. It sparkled in the sun. "OH! What is this used for? And where is it from?" asked the Properly dressed lady. Pearl leaned in and whispered. "It is a veil for dancing made in India. They are used to seduce men. You could wear it as a wrap, or in private with your husband." He had wondered to watch a juggler. The proper lady smiled and whispered back " I would rather wear it for my lover. He has better stamina." Pearl and the lady laughed and she went on with her purchase. That was often the case in marriage. it was not for love as they wrote about in sonnets and songs, no most of the time in real life it was to survive. It was expected and the father up you were in society the more important it was. pearl had her fill of that , but that Lady seemed to have peace. How she wished she wouldn't expect quite so much.

            Lady Pearl Compton rose early after her amorous evening. That handsome young man was a pleasant jewel of recent events. She began preparing breakfast for her daughters. they were so used to a pampered life in the grand house that their father allowed them all to live in. the gypsy caravan and festivals were always exciting to them.She woke the children up , dressed them, and quaff their long locks. They ate their porridge quickly and ran to join the other roaming children.

After Natashas Sons had set up the tents and peddlar wagons , her gypsy lady friend bedded down her daughters. Natasha and a drummer friend took the lady with them to the bon fire. Oh she had not danced in quite a while. The drum of the gypsy played. The lady released her garments and allwed her body to move sensually in a circle around the fire. Natasha moved in the opposite direction draping the lady with a shear scarf over her naked body. This dance was absolutely not done in the merchants circles! She revealed in that thought and lost herself in the music. Other gypsies had already set up and had moved toward the bon fire. The moon was not yet waning but the stars were plentiful in the sky. Other instruments joined in, as did other dancers some men. Lost in the music she felt hands caress her back. 

She came upon the clearing in the next town. Soon others would follow. And one by one a city of tents would be erected to capture the attention of bored villagers. She set up her tent while her two daughters danced about and bickered. It was better than being in the big house in her village. There would be none of the of the her own towns people her to wisper about her. To wonder why she chose to live this way instead of the nice life of a wife. For my freedom she thought.

After being in the parade for the celebration of midsummer the village was crowded. She drove her wagon down the crowded road. Her daughters in the back of the wagon wearing there newly made gypsy garments. All the work they had all put into looking pretty for the celebration was done. Now the two wee ones needed to be fed. Her wagon was completely stopped. Crammed in the tiny lane with the other villagers. That was when she saw his face and recognized his ancient chariot. I was one used long ago he treasured it. He smiled at her, at first not knowing who she was, then he recognized her. His eyes widened and his smile grew broader.

She remembered him too, she had been thinking about his touch lately. He was the last to touch her in a very long time. " Hi were you in the parade?" she asked . He nodded. " We were too." she said. His face made her blush and tingle. He was a rouge that rarely told the truth and was only sensitive before lovemaking. And quickly gone after. His smile and charm had a way of making her forget that in lonely moments. " Are you not going to stop so i can talk to you?" " I can't she said as the wagons began to move again. " I am a porter at Sir Richard Huntly's Manor" he shouted. the wagons moved on.

She missed his touch but not him. the wagon rolled and she tried to put it out of her mind. She was about to see a lively display with her former husband. It was odd being a gypsy and a lady at the same time. Her merchant husband had been enchanted with her youth long ago, but she soon found out that his eye and heart wandered often. After having his children she was quite insulted. Not being a lady of birth she saw no reason to remain married to a man who wandered with his heart. her untamed nature had enough of the subservient duties of a merchants wife. She preferred her wagon. For the children she maintained a lady's lifestyle of domesticity. there father would spend much time with them and they received education. She did venture off to do her Gypsy magick and participate in that culture. She would even bring her children to have that experience.
But the end of her marriage had left her heart broken and her soul lonely and wandering.