"Sometimes he has; but he is not so well off as myself. When my father and mother were bitchadey pawdel, which, to tell you the truth, they were for chiving wafodo dloovu, they left me all they had, which was not a little, and I became the head of our family, which was not a small one. I was not older than you when that happened; yet our people said they had never a better krallis to contrive and plan for them, and to keep them in order. And this is so well known, that many Romany Chals, not of our family, come and join themselves to us, living with us for a time, in order to better themselves, more especially those of the poorer sort, who have little of their own. Tawno is one of these."
"Is that fine fellow poor?"
"One of the poorest, brother. Handsome as he is, he has not a horse of his own to ride on. Perhaps we may put it down to his wife, who cannot move about, being a cripple, as you saw."
"And you are what is called a Gipsy King?"
"Ay, ay; a Romany Chal."
"Are there other kings?"
"Those who call themselves so; but the true Pharaoh is Petulengro."
"Did Pharaoh make horse-shoes?"
"The first who ever did, brother."
"Pharaoh lived in Egypt."