Leaving the Sunday Market I was now ready to proceed to the Gypsy camp. I had left Lucinda and Destiny camping just outside the market entrance, after much insistence on my part. As I approached the campsite it was obvious that there was a problem. Lucinda was sitting on a blanket, a new hat perched stylishly on her head, and a beautiful green fan in her hand, but she was definitely not happy. Destiny was pacing and pawing the ground in frustration.

�What in heavens name is wrong�, I asked.

�I am not real�, Lucinda whaled.

�Not real? What does that mean? You look real to me�

�Yes, to you�, she answered, but not to anyone else.�. �No one else can see me.� she sobbed .

�Oh dear, I answered, How do you know.�

Lucinda proceeded to tell me that while I was at the market the Secretary of Donkeys Inc. came by and talked to Destiny. She was telling Destiny she was welcome to come and stay there any time she wanted. She even introduced Destiny to her donkey and they visited. It seems that in all that time the Secretary never spoke to Lucinda. �I even got right in front of her and she walked right through me.�, she sobbed and none of the travelers on the road could see me either.�

I did not know what to say but I knew that the Enchantress was not pleased by her taking over. Perhaps this was her way of making this journey mine instead of Lucindas. I said nothing, and luckily so, as behind Lucinda something was happening. A large blue mist was forming and I could see an outline of a figure within it. �Look Lucinda, what is that?�

Lucinda turned around, and out of the mist stepped a man. He smiled and bowed in front of Lucinda in the most gallant, old fashioned way, and said, �I have been sent to be your escort to the gypsy dances.�

Well, one more drama solved, but my little group is slowly growing and luckily the gypsy camp is now in view. I need to relax there for a while and quiet my fast moving mind. I need to stay in one spot for a while.