CHAPTER THREE
Emmeline moved about with grim determination, although ghosts of self-doubt still haunted her. She finished packing some bread and cheese into the small bundle her father had started, and then filled a jug with water. As she filled the jug from the bucket, she felt the whining voice of the child welling up inside her again. Emmeline suppressed that voice, albeit with a great deal of difficulty. Why must it be so hard, she thought as she reached for some dried meat, to keep the voice of reason? Since the previous season she had found it increasingly difficult to keep her mind focused on the tasks at hand. This did not disturb her greatly, but it was terribly bothersome to begin a task again and again before finally completing it because her mind had wandered off.
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