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He
said
,
"
You
called
me
back
.
"
He
said
it
slowly
,
as
if
he
had
forgotten
how
to
speak
English
.
There
was
hurt
in
his
voice
,
and
puzzlement
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
was
done
.
I
was
judged
.
It
was
over
.
You
called
me
back
.
You
dared
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
sat
up
,
slowly
.
He
winced
,
and
touched
his
side
.
Then
he
looked
puzzled
:
there
was
a
beading
of
wet
blood
there
,
but
there
was
no
wound
beneath
it
.
He
reached
out
a
hand
,
and
she
put
her
arm
around
him
and
helped
him
to
his
feet
.
He
looked
across
the
meadow
as
if
he
was
trying
to
remember
the
names
of
the
things
he
was
looking
at
:
the
flowers
in
the
long
grass
,
the
ruins
of
the
farmhouse
,
the
haze
of
green
buds
that
fogged
the
branches
of
the
huge
silver
tree
.
"
Do
you
remember
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Do
you
remember
what
you
learned
?
"
"
Yes
.
It
will
fade
though
.
Like
a
dream
.
I
know
that
.
I
lost
my
name
,
and
I
lost
my
heart
.
And
you
brought
me
back
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
she
said
,
for
the
second
time
.
"
They
are
going
to
fight
,
soon
.
