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C H A P T E R Two—
“When will we leave?” James asked. He knew twelve year old Temperance was younger than him, but he seemed to always be too shy to lead anything.
“Mother didn’t say,” came Temperance’s response. “All I know, is that we must prepare our things before Father gets back.” Temperance wiped away a tear. “He’ll probably beat Mother for not having us here.” She looked away to hide her tears. It was dark and the night sky seemed to mock their miserableness.
“We should head back.” Temperance decided.
James stood up and tried to walk but hesitated. He extended his arm and reached around.
Temperance knew he was almost blind without his spectacles. In fact, he may really be all the way, if he didn’t wear them enough. His eyesight slowly grew worse over the years, but never improved.
Temperance took his hand. “Don’t let Mother see you that way. She has to look upon us for the last time, as…” Temperance sighed. “As alright. I don’t want her to be worried.”
James nodded his head. “Could you help me to the house?”
“Of course I will.” She took him elbow in elbow and guided him. Even for her, it was hard to see.
They arrived at the house. Mother was baking a loaf of bread for each of the children. She swiftly wrapped them in cloth and placed them neatly in bags. “Hurry, take these with you. I’ve packed you bread and cheese. Hopefully, long enough for two weeks.” She looked at her two children. “James. Take care of your little sister.” Her face turned to a quick expression of anger, when she saw James’ bloody face with no glasses. But her anger suddenly vanished.
“Children. Please make me a promise. Don’t ever stray from it.” Temperance and James nodded solemnly. “We’ll do anything.” They vowed.
Mother put a hand on her children’s shoulder. “Promise me, that you will never hate Father. Forgive him and—” She hesitated. “And love him. Will you promise me that?”
The children were astonished. But they said nothing. They both just nodded their heads and remained quiet.
Suddenly they heard footsteps.
“Go quick! If your father ever finds out—” She cried tears of joy and left the subject. “I love you both more than anything else in the whole world. Do you understand?”
The children both kissed her on the cheek. “Goodbye Mother.” They both whispered.
They snuck out of the back door and into the field where they mounted upon their old horse Mission. Though Mission might be old, she could get them to safety.
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