Pushing ahead

Rhian strode confidently into the stream. It was soft on the bottom, but not too deep. It rose to his waist in the middle of the stream then was shallower on the other side.

"Come on," he shouted "it's fine," as he reached the other bank and pulled himself up to through the catttails and reeds.

Enelye went next and lithely moved through the water to the other bank, the water soaking her padded armor almost to her chest. She hated water, and moving water worse than all.

On the far bank she turn to Hrothgar and said, "Let us go, " as she pointed up the hill. Rhian had already started up the animal track that led to the tower.

Hrothgar, what do you do?