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CHAPTER ONE - 1817-3
He heard them giving orders and then he lost consciousness before he could ask any questions. After that his existence and knowledge of what was occurring became very hazy. He would wake to find himself in a strange place with a number of other wounded men and next he would pass out again, until he woke somewhere else that looked almost exactly the same. It was a week before he finally realised he was in a hospital which was run by nuns. They were bandaging his shoulder and when he tried to ask them where he was and what had happened, they gave him something to drink. He fell into a dreamless sleep. It seemed to him a long time later before he finally gained consciousness. “Who won?” he asked with an effort and the words came thickly between his lips. “The English,” a voice beside h
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