They made him stay. Made him repeat some words in Arabic, convert to the religion, learn the prayers and all.

They gave him a little house, as repayment for saving their friends, and got him a job as a fruit seller at the market place. He’s incongruous to it all, and everyone sees, but no one says a word.

They give him a wife, too. Presented her like a breeding mare, a pretty thing, covered head to toe, with only her eyes visible.

You.