Mirabelle is a gypsy. She's a thief, a fiend. And while she enjoys the occasional glance at the soldier, Tristan Dubois, she knows that he is but something to look at. Suddenly, she's running for her life, with an unlikely partner. The soldiers aren't the only ones chasing, either. Why are the gypsies on the chase? And why does it always come down to the damned bread?