The information had animated O'Bellah in some way that Zya could not see. “I want you to do me a favour. Get to know this girl. Find out about her roots. I am after a girl of tinker origin, not tribal. She once wandered much as the tribe do, but with a purpose. I need her for something.”
“Would I not do?” There was a cattish hint of jealousy in the girl's voice, as if she considered herself to be the centre of everybody's attention. Nothing had changed there.
“You are a comely wench, to be sure, but this one thing you could never hope to do.” There was lust, dripping thick in his voice, but he was determined. “Find out about her, but do not tell even your teacher. If I hear so much as one whisper about this from anybody but you, I shall have you given to a lover whose embrace is eternity
