Sylvia felt like a game of darts. While darts are not a game most ladies would play, Sylvia is not "most ladies". She called to the woman who had done the dishes to join her.
The old woman proved to have spirit to match Sylvia's. As the last dart was thrown, Sylvia was certain she had lost.
Sylvia quickly composed herself. She prepared to congratulate the woman as a lady should.
"The lady wins." A neaby wiseman spoke softly. He had been watching the game silently.
Lady Sylvia turned. Indeed, she had won. She was quite pleased. For a moment Sylvia beamed at the final score. Then she noticed the woman she had played against had not moved from her spot either. She likely felt as bad as she had a moment before. The woman turned to her.
"I am Queen Gypsy. You have beaten me fairly, congratulations."
While Queen Gypsy had managed to speek with good manners, her face gave her away.
"Thank you for your kindness to this old gypsy. What kindness would you like in return?"
"Your words alone are payment enough."
"If you won't tell me how I can repay you, I shall come up with something myself."
"I shall read your palms."
"Really? Oh, I would love that."
Sylvia placed her hands in the gypsy's.
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