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Hanzi listened with great care, grimacing at Attaria's account of her almost husband, and shaking his head at the account of her father.
"Within the Kumpania, which is like one of your towns, but are comprosed of many different vardos." Hanzi drew a wheel in the air. "You know house wagons?" He searched for the right common word.
"Anyways in the Kumpania there are same sort of thing. Many marry not who they love, but who their mother say they should love. For familya. But not forced, just given the stern eye of the Baba." Hanzi made a scrunched up face, his impersonation of an old woman. "Baba say yes, you say yes. Oh, Baba means...um...mother of your mother? Oh, grandmother, yes. She rules the familya with a cotton fist." Hanzi stopped and frowned. "Or is it iron fist?"
When asked about getting in the gate Hanzi scratched his chin.
"Should not be problem..." He said without much certainty in his voice. "Maybe I will just run past them!" He laughed again with gusto.
Hanzi wiped his eye and leaned close.
"This ugly man of yours, he was not rich was he?"
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