The invocation that no patrins shall mark the road of a Romany is to make him an outcast, and for the Ry of Rys to utter the curse is sentence of death upon a Romany, for thenceforward every hand of his race is against him, free to do him harm.
It was that which made Jethro Fawe shrink and cower for a moment.

Fleda raised her hand suddenly in protest to Gabriel Druse.
"No, no, not that," Fleda murmured brokenly to her father, with eyes that looked the pain and horror she felt.

Though she repudiated the bond by which the barbarian had dared to call her wife, she heard an inner voice that said to her: "What was done by the Starzke River was the seal of blood and race, and this man must be nearer than the stranger, dearer than the kinsman, forgiven of his crimes like a brother, saved from shame, danger or death when she who was sealed to him can save him." She shuddered as she heard the inner voice.

She felt that this Other Self of her, the inner-seeing soul which had the secret of the far paths, had spoken truly.

Even as she begged her father to withdraw the sentence, it flashed into her mind that the grim Thing of the night was the dark spirit of hatred between Jethro Fawe and the Master Gorgio seeking embodiment, as though Jethro's evil soul detached itself from his body to persecute her.
At her appeal, Jethro raised his head.