There is the terrified girl who feels the swollen, tender pain of her kicked stomach and bruised shoulder from this morning, who feels the skin of her heels slipping off in shreds. But who is already understanding with dull surprise that some pain is endurable, as the hard rims of her boots rub through the rough wool, sponging and scouring the skin away, and is discovering that she can breathe and breathe and keep on walking.
