the Stars or their prophet--and, moreover, your
sovereign--what of it? At least, hear the matter out.'
'Silence, ribald!' commanded the Queen, 'you know not what you do. Let
him go--and go ignorant, if he will not be warned.'
Joshua immediately turned back. 'At all events, we will see this thing
out,' he said. 'Now, madam, you have given me advice, but I paid for a
fortune.'
'Be warned!' said the gipsy. 'The Stars have been silent for long; let
the mystery still wrap them round.'
'My dear madam, I do not get within touch of a mystery every day, and
I prefer for my money knowledge rather than ignorance. I can get the
latter commodity for nothing when I want any of it.'
Gerald echoed the sentiment. 'As for me I have a large and unsaleable
stock on hand.'
The gipsy Queen eyed the two men sternly, and then said: 'As you wish.
You have chosen for yourself, and have met warning with scorn, and
appeal with levity. On your own heads be the doom!'
'Amen!' said Gerald.
With an imperious gesture the Queen took Joshua's hand again, and
began to tell his fortune.
'I see here the flowing of blood; it will flow before long; it is
running in my sight. It flows through the broken circle of a severed
ring.'
'Go on!' said Joshua, smiling. Gerald was silent.
'Must I speak plainer?'
'Certainly; we commonplace mortals want something definite. The Stars
are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the
message.'
The gipsy shuddered, and then spoke impressively. 'This is the hand of
a murderer--the murderer of his wife!' She dropped the hand and turned
away.
Joshua laughed. 'Do you know,' said he, 'I think if I were you I
should prophesy some jurisprudence into my system. For instance, you
say "this hand is the hand of a murderer." Well, whatever it may be in
the future--or potentially--it is at present not one. You ought to
give your prophecy in such terms as "the hand which will be a
murderer's", or, rather, "the hand of one who will be the murderer of
his wife". The Stars are really not good on technical questions.'
The gipsy made no reply of any kind, but, with drooping head and
despondent mien, walked slowly to her tent, and, lifting the curtain,
disappeared.
Without speaking the two men turned homewards, and walked across the
moor. Presently, after some little hesitation, Gerald spoke.
'Of course, old man, this is all a joke; a ghastly one, but still a
joke. But would it not be well t
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