The rain was hammering down hard and along with the wind it had turned
the previously calm stream into a dangerous and turbulent river. Torgan
struggled with all his strength to row back to the bank, cursing himself for
concentrating more on fishing than on the thunderous rain clouds inching their
way towards his village. With each stoke the boat seemed to grow heavier but he
refused to give up until finally, exhausted and breathless, he
reached the bank. With his arms stretched out in front of him he collapsed onto
the mud, thoroughly relieved to be back on solid ground.
