Owen found the weak and terrified gypsy hiding in the abandoned Church, her infant son bundled in a basket at her feet. The night before he'd watched her dance, with drunken abandon, half naked around the bonfire. Now, still in the provocative costume, she stood defiantly before him swearing that she was not one of the gypsies but their captive. From her manner and speech he knew she was high born but who was she really?