"Tawno Chikno," {158} said Jasper, "which means the small one; we call him such because he is the biggest man of all our nation. You say he is handsome, that is not the word, brother; he"s the beauty of the world.
Women run wild at the sight of Tawno. An earl"s daughter, near London--a fine young lady with diamonds round her neck--fell in love with Tawno. I have seen that la.s.s on a heath, as this may be, kneel down to Tawno, clasp his feet, begging to be his wife--or anything else--if she might go with him. But Tawno would have nothing to do with her: "I have a wife of my own," said he, "a lawful Rommany wife, whom I love better than the whole world, jealous though she sometimes be.""
"And is she very beautiful?" said I.
"Why, you know, brother, beauty is frequently a matter of taste; however, as you ask my opinion, I should say not quite so beautiful as himself."
We had now arrived at a small valley between two hills, or downs, the sides of which were covered with furze; in the midst of this valley were various carts and low tents forming a rude kind of encampment; several dark children were playing about, who took no manner of notice of us. As we pa.s.sed one of the tents, however, a canvas screen was lifted up, and a woman supported upon a crutch hobbled out. She was about the middle age, and, besides being lame, was bitterly ugly; she was very slovenly dressed, and on her swarthy features ill nature was most visibly stamped.
She did not deign me a look, but, addressing Jasper in a tongue which I did not understand, appeared to put some eager questions to him.
"He"s coming," said Jasper, and pa.s.sed on. "Poor fellow," said he to me, "he has scarcely been gone an hour, and she"s jealous already. Well," he continued, "what do you think of her? you have seen her now, and can judge for yourself--that "ere woman is Tawno Chikno"s wife!"
CHAPTER XVII
The Tents--Pleasant Discourse--I am Pharaoh--Shifting for One"s Self--Horse Shoes--This is Wonderful--Bless Your Wisdom--A Pretty Manoeuvre--Ill Day to the Romans--My Name is Herne--Singular People--An Original Speech--Word Master--Speaking Romanly.
We went to the farthest of the tents, which stood at a slight distance from the rest, and which exactly resembled the one which I have described on a former occasion. We went in and sat down one on each side of a small fire, which was smouldering on the ground; there was no one else in the tent but a tall tawny woman of middle age, who was busily knitting.
"Brother," said Jasper, "I wish to hold some pleasant discourse with you."
"As much as you please," said I, "provided you can find anything pleasant to talk about."
"Never fear," said Jasper; "and first of all we will talk of yourself.
Where have you been all this long time?"
"Here and there," said I, "and far and near, going about with the soldiers; but there is no soldiering now, so we have sat down, father and family, in the town there."
"And do you still hunt snakes?" said Jasper.
"No," said I; "I have given up that long ago; I do better now: read books and learn languages."
"Well, I am sorry you have given up your snake-hunting; many"s the strange talk I have had with our people about your snake and yourself, and how you frightened my father and mother in the lane."
"And where are your father and mother?"
"Where I shall never see them, brother; at least, I hope so."
"Not dead?"
"No, not dead; they are b.i.t.c.hadey pawdel."
"What"s that?"
"Sent across--banished."
"Ah! I understand; I am sorry for them. And so you are here alone?"
"Not quite alone, brother."
"No, not alone; but with the rest--Tawno Chikno takes care of you."
"Takes care of me, brother!"
"Yes, stands to you in the place of a father--keeps you out of harm"s way."
"What do you take me for, brother?"
"For about three years older than myself."
"Perhaps; but you are of the Gorgios, and I am a Rommany Chal. Tawno Chikno take care of Jasper Petulengro!" {161}
"Is that your name?"
"Don"t you like it?"
"Very much, I never heard a sweeter; it is something like what you call me."
"The horse-shoe master and the snake-fellow, I am the first."
"Who gave you that name?"
"Ask Pharaoh."
"I would, if he were here, but I do not see him."
"I am Pharaoh."
"Then you are a king."
"Chachipen Pal." {162a}
"I do not understand you."
"Where are your languages? You want two things, brother: mother sense, and gentle Rommany."
"What makes you think that I want sense?"
"That, being so old, you can"t yet guide yourself!"
"I can read Dante, Jasper."
"Anan, brother."
"I can charm snakes, Jasper."
"I know you can, brother."