She reached the river in 3 days, a pretty amazing feat considering her fatique from the already differcult journey. Her determination had given her fresh strength. It was a great to take a drink and fill her leather skin with water. Now she must decide a way to cross. She could see, on the other side of the river, about 3 yards away, a tree. It was a large tree with gnarled braches and a thick trunk. Lilias took a length of thin rope from her bag and tied it around the crest of an arrow. She loaded it into her bow, took aim and fired. A dull thwack echoed through the valley as the arrow lodged itself into the tree, she was acutely aware of how everything in the valley now knew of her presense. Next she tightened the rope and tied the other end to a tree on her side of the river. She checked it was secure then tugged slightly on the rope. Safe. She hoped. Lilias grasped the rope and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around it. She inched forward, trying to block out the noise of the raging water beneath her. She gritted her teeth, muttering under her breath. In what seems like hours to her but was in fact 11 minutes, she made it to the other side and dropped to the floor panting.
