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We went with the musicians because we—I—had to find her. But it was more than that. We went with the musicians because they were alive, and we were dying. They were no more well-fed and no richer, but they had something we didn’t. I was to learn that the thing was joy.
And they were going somewhere.
going somewhereAfter a council with both the male and female elders, approval was given, and we convinced Bardo and his band and his group of what he called Los Flagelantes—pronounced with a little musical lift at the end that I’d not heard before in speech—to stay another night so that we could prepare and, as Margaret said, ‘put our affairs in order.’
Los FlagelantesThose affairs were mostly about the wild children—and most of that, about little Clare. We couldn’t take them with us.
