The river was swollen and turbulent from the rain. A small village lay on the far side, but the only stone bridge leading to it was tragically destroyed. Ezekiel swallowed a groan. “Now what?” Etienne’s voice was laced with frustration. It was a fair question. The sun was setting fast. The knights might find them, but they had to prepare for the worst. Two princes spending the night exposed by a raging river was unthinkable. “Is there not another way around? A mountain path?” Etienne grumbled.