He scrambled back to the edge of the water, his torch almost forgotten by the waterside, and splashed the cooling liquid onto his face. The sensation was almost a religious experience. Handy took a lot of things for granted in his life, clean water being among them, and at no time did he appreciate it more than now. He threw his head into the water and drank greedily. ‘If nothing else, I’ll guide Joachim back here,’ he thought. ’God knows he needs this as bad as I do. Griffons stink.’