“The woman gave me something to drink in a beat-up old goblet. She said it was a potion that would protect me. I was cautioned to drink it slowly. It had an odd taste, very sweet and bitter at the same time.”
“As soon as I touched the goblet, everything shifted, it all was so clear and transparent… no, that’s not it. It was as if I became transparent. Nothing came from me, it all came through me from somewhere else. I had no fear, no thoughts, and nothing to remember…”
“Everything was revealed to him - I spared him nothing. When I turned up the 'Tower' card, I saw it all - betrayal, torture, disgrace, and death by fire. To his credit, I saw him flinch only once.”
“The infidel would escape - but just barely… I told her where to hide something. If she did so, the old woman would win her freedom before she too died.”
“That’s the last thing I can remember before I woke up here.”
Dulcy’s voice trailed off. “I’ve tried over and over to recall what I said, but I just can’t. The memories keep going through my head like a song. I know the melody, but I can’t remember the lyrics.”
Katherine interrupted gently. "I was thinking about that gold...."
"Yeah, me too. I already know what you're going to say." Dulcinaya smiled sadly. "I know they meant well, but they might as well have filled my purse with rocks. We can't do anything with that gold - it’s worthless. You and I must keep it hidden and never tell a soul. If that wealth became known, every cutthroat in God’s creation would hunt us down."
"Besides, I’m a dirt-poor gypsy. Can you imagine me telling a judge that two strangers that nobody else saw drugged me and then stuffed my purse with ten gold florins?”

“What did I say?”
“Rosslyn” Katherine eyed Dulcy quizzically. “Got any idea what it means?”
Dulcinaya pondered a moment and shrugged. “No - not a clue.”
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