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    Travelers

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    Travelers features five charming short gypsy tales about fortune tellers, magicians and soothsayers.

    Featured Contributors:
    Vanessa Essler Carlson
    Sammi Cox
    Evelyn M. Zimmer and
    E.W. Farnsworth

    Zimbell House Publishing is committed to helping writers become quality authors.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherZimbell House Publishing
    Release dateFeb 12, 2016
    ISBN9781942818595
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      Travelers - Zimbell House Publishing

      Travelers

      A Zimbell House Publishing Anthology

      Distributed by Smashwords

      This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. All characters appearing in this work are the product of the individual author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the written permission of the publisher.

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      Print ISBN: 978-1942818540

      Smashwords Electronic ISBN: 978-1942818595

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2015921356

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      Acknowledgements

      Zimbell House Publishing would like to thank all those who contributed to this anthology. We selected four voices that best represented our vision.

      We would also like to thank our Zimbell House team for all their hard work to bring this project to fruition.

      Contents

      A Teller of Fortunes by Sammi Cox

      Rosina the Fortune Teller by E.W. Farnsworth

      Rosina and Rinaldo by E.W. Farnsworth

      Searching for a Magician by Vanessa Essler Carlson

      Soothsayer by Evelyn M. Zimmer

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      A Teller of Fortunes

      Sammi Cox

      I

      Astre couldn't remember market day being so busy before, she decided, as she looked about the cobbled square and the adjoining green, both of which were crammed with people, stalls, and entertainers. It reminded Astre of a holiday or a saint's festival, and yet she knew it was neither, nor did she complain at its busyness.

      From her little booth next to the river, a stone's throw away from the town bridge, Astre was in a prime location. Her pitch was one of the first those crossing the bridge would see, when they still had coins in their purse and the excitement of market day had yet to wane. The tent was, conversely, one of the last travelers would see as they made their way home, and if, by chance they still had a coin or two to call their own, many of them would not hesitate to cross Astre's palm in return for hearing what she had to say about their future.

      Astre was a fortune teller. She would travel from fair to fair, from market to festival, plying her trade in fortunes and charms. Her reputation was known far and wide, and countless people often sought her out.

      Of course, her sort were not always welcome. Sometimes towns would refuse travelers entry, whether or not they could pay the toll to get through the gates or pay the fee for a pitch at the market. Sometimes towns would take their monies before an incensed crowd, no doubt stirred up by those officials who didn't want them there, chased them to beyond the settlement's limits.

      Astre was lucky. She had yet to be faced with an angry mob. A few comments here and there were the worst things she had come across, and she thanked the stars for that. She always preferred traveling alone, with no-one but her trusted pony for company. Every now and then, she would meet others on the road and stay with them a day or two, but it was never long before she would take her leave again, off on her solitary path to find enough coins to keep her well-fed and warm.

      As a well-attuned woman, she recognized that traveling alone left her vulnerable. Nevertheless, Astre believed it was the fact that she did travel alone that solely ensured she could always gain entry to a town, and therefore, acquire a pitch at the market. What was there to fear from one woman, traveling by herself? How much trouble could she cause? The answer was plenty, but she needn't remind anyone of that.

      As Astre sat on her three-legged stool beside her tent, dressed in her brightly colored clothes, she continued to enjoy the lull in her trade. She knew it would not last long - it never did. However, it gave her the opportunity to brew some tea and to eat a little bread and cheese, whilst she continued to watch the market day revelers.

      Most seemed happy. The merchants, on the whole, were doing good business; this town was one of the wealthiest in the area so the inhabitants could afford a little indulgence. A group of girls were staring and giggling at a young entertainer. When he had finished his song, he doffed his cap at them and winked cheekily, causing the girls run away blushing. An egg woman, carrying one of the largest baskets Astre had ever seen, was deftly maneuvering through the crowd, calling out her price list as she went. Even when she made a sale, the woman refused to stand still and continued to tout for customers, briefly breaking her rhythm to thank the customer for their purchase.

      It was then that Astre spotted someone who did not appear so content with his day. The man was clearly a wealthy merchant; his fine clothes, cut from expensive cloth in the latest fashion, marked him out as such. But he was also bad-tempered. His face was red from shouting, and Astre looked on as he aimed an angry boot at a man lying on the ground. Astre's expression soured; even if the man had done something wrong it was for the town's justice to deal with, no-one else. She looked away, disgusted.

      How much for my fortune? a voice said, intruding on her thoughts. Never had Astre been more glad of an interruption. She turned around to face the voice, to find one of the girls she had seen watching the jongleur. The fortune teller knew almost instantly what this was about.

      How much do you have? Astre asked kindly.

      Two pennies, the girl responded shyly, showing her outstretched open palm with the two little coins sitting in it. Is it enough?

      Astre didn't have the heart to take from the girl; she knew how hard young girls had to work to earn a pittance. From the state of her hand, she could see she was a scullery maid who probably spent the time between getting up early and going to bed late scrubbing cold stone floors.

      I would rather ask a favor in return for revealing your fortune. You keep the coins. Favors are worth so much more, Astre said, with a flair that was often part of her performance.

      The girl bit her lip, wondering what this favor could be. She was torn; she wanted her fortune read, but she didn't want to be in the debt of a fortune teller. What sort of favor? she finally asked.

      You're from the town, aren't you? The girl nodded. You know who bakes the best bread, then? Again the girl nodded. Good. I need a fresh loaf to take with me on the road. Go and fetch one for me and I will speak to you of the future when you return. You will have a very big decision to make when you get back. You must choose between the tarot cards, the stones, the crystal ball or the tea leaves. Only then can we see what the future holds.

      Astre handed over a few coins and watched the girl disappear off into the crowd. She had no fear that the girl would choose to pocket the few pennies instead of using them to pay for the bread. The girl was desperate to see if a tall, dark, handsome troubadour would soon rescue her from her life of drudgery. Sadly, as was usually the case, the fortune teller knew there was not.

      The morning passed very quickly as Astre became inundated by those who wanted to know what good they had to look forward to and if they were unlucky, any evil they might prepare for and perchance avert. The crystal ball was the favored choice for many of those who visited the booth, whilst those who were thirsty or required one of the herbal tonics that Astre often dispensed elected to have their tea leaves read, believing they were getting two things for the price of one.

      Afternoon came and went, and the day moved towards evening. The crowd began to thin as did the number of pennies they still had in their pockets. Some traders who had sold all their goods packed up and started the trek to the next town and the next market; others waited until it had been a good while since they had made a sale before joining the snake of traffic thronging the town bridge.

      Of course, a good number found themselves lodgings within the town. Many inns and taverns could be found off the market square; some were quite decent, whilst some had a more dubious character.

      Astre was not in a rush to leave, but she would be gone before the gatehouse closed it's giant wooden doors at curfew. She was happy to wait until the roads emptied a little; it was easier for her to drive her wagon if the way was clear.

      A few stragglers stopped by to spend their last coins

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