Caitlin stood next to her with her hand on Papin as if in support. In the crowd, she saw the look of confusion on Mike’s face as if he was sure he hadn’t heard correctly. Two young men—both from the gypsy group—appeared on either side of him, flanking him. They hadn’t touched him yet. Their eyes were on Gilhooley as if awaiting orders. The crowd gasped in surprise and turned as one to look at Mike. Some craned their necks to see Sarah’s reaction. “Only, I did want to clear up one thing,” Papin said meekly. “It weren’t rape. I was happy to do it to please him.” The roar that came next could only have come from one source. Sarah recovered her senses in time to see Mike being restrained now by the two gypsy men. His face was purple with fury as he struggled to free himself. “Papin! What are you saying, girl? Have you gone mental?” “I know it were a secret, Da,” Papin said, shrugging. “Sorry for telling.” “Papin, me girl, if I get my hands on you, I swear –”
