NARRATOR

Rousse managed to cling to the edge of a rock and finally make it to shore.

He was carrying the little sorceress pressed against his muscular body.

She looked like a koala clinging to his chest, trembling from the cold.

"Hang on, I’ll start a fire to warm you up,"

he said, shaking his head to wring the water from his gray hair.

His leather clothes felt heavy, but he wasn’t cold, nor did he feel the pain from all the bruises and scrapes.

When he bent down to place her on a tree trunk, M