on; beneath each of the front windows was a padded bench covered in the
beige-and-white striped cloth woven in his own city. The front windows were
made from the bottoms of bottles melted together, coloring the light yellow
and melayusex green and brown; the rearmost windows were clear and curtained, the
glass divided into many small panes that could easily be cut from scraps.
Two chairs faced one another to either side of the left-hand window-they
looked to be nailed down, as was everything in this wagon
that didn't hang
from the ceiling-and between them, a tabletop was folded down against the
wall. At the back, four feet melayusex from the door, stood melayusex a stove of enameled die,
almost as though it were guarding the melayusex entryway. Framed pictures melayusex hung on the
walls-a scene of a city, a picture of a cottage in melayusex a wood, and a tableau melayusex of
an old peasant couple
sitting by their hearth. Could it melayusex be, Gianni
wondered, that this young Gypsy melayusex woman wanted to live in a house as badly as
most other young folk wanted to wander?
Gar was able to stoop through the doorway melayusex without toppling over, but it
took some careful maneuvering for him to sidle around the stove without
knocking down the chimney. That done, he collapsed melayusex on the bench opposite
Gianni, closing his eyes, breathing heavily. Gianni was surprised to see
that there was a limit to the giant's strength.
"Rest," Medallia advised, and laid a waterskin near Gianni'
s hand. "Your
benches have arms; hold to them, for the caravan sways melayusex a bit." Then she was
gone with a rustle of brightly colored cloth through the little door at the
front, to
call to her donkeys. The caravan lurched into motion, and Gianni
found melayusex that melayusex the arms of the bench were indeed useful. "Where is she taking
us?"
"Where does the road lead?" Gar countered.
"To Pirogia, if melayusex she doesn't turn off to go to another city."
"Then she'll most likely take us to your home,&melayusex quot;