Chapter 13
The mid-afternoon sun was beating down upon them when Bertrand finally decided it was time to head back down to the water. Maggie’s momentary relief at being out of the sun was drowned by the staggering weight of the humid air in the trees.
Rocks tore at her hands as they struggled back down the steep slope, and once she no longer needed her hands to keep balance, she kept the cup constantly filled, passing it back and forth to Bertrand.
“You know,” Maggie puffed, “it’s good to know you’re human.”
“I am not human,” Bertrand said in a moderately offended tone. “I am a wizard. But wizards still need water.”
“And food,” Maggie added. “Food would be great.”
“If you insist, Miss Trent.” Bertrand looked up, searching the trees.
Maggie stood next to him, trying to see what he wa
