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Over the next couple of days, our camp grew. Bigger tents had been set up and served as kitchen, cafeteria, infirmary, and school—not that the kids were actually having classes at a time like this, but we needed a place to keep and entertain them. Felix and Vira settled outside the camp, beside a thick, low tree, near the stream.
Ryane and Ellie and some other tziganes had treated the injured and sick, and they all were on the mend. My mother and my grandmother spent most of the day cooking for the entire camp—thankfully a lot of others helped, making it easier on them. Wanting to do more, Cora and Rye had joined the warriors in the patrol rounds. Artan had become a useless drunk who rarely left his tent, and when he did, he bitched about everything.
Meanwhile, the council and I had m
