You brought me to your camp and looked after me there, but not everyone treated me kindly. Many looked at me with contempt or disapproval, and I got a bad feeling. I wanted to leave but I knew I couldn't and I sighed heavily. At least they were kind enough to take care of my wounds. I listened to them but didn't understand anything. I didn't like not speaking the enemy's language, but I couldn't do anything about it. I sat there in my bed with a book in my hand, but my eyes were closed.
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