By the afternoon, though, a new discomfort had settled in for Em. She held off saying anything as long as she could, but finally told her travelling companion. “Daniel,” she said, “I need to pee.” Daniel pulled the oars in and they clattered against the wood panels of the boat, splashing Em’s ankles. “Go over the side. I can look the other way.” “No. We’ll have to pull into the bank.” “But—” “I’m not worried about appearing inelegant, Daniel. I can’t stand up and aim like you. I’m worried about falling in, or capsizing the boat.” Daniel turned to look over his shoulder in the direction they were travelling. “I can see a shallow incline a couple of hundred feet ahead. Can you hold on?” “Yes. I’m not six.” Daniel dipped the oars again and rowed vigorously. Em stretched her legs out on either side of the stockpile of fish which lay beside the magic fire. A low yellow flame licked over the stones, never quite high enough to warm the chill from her bones.
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