They swam quickly and at dawn were already far away. The bright rays of the sun slid through the water, piercing the fog swirling above it. Renaud and Pierre tirelessly rowing. The river has risen from recent rains and melting snow in the headwaters of the Mississippi. The current was fast, it carried a lot of mud, pieces of bark, leaves, and even the trunks of uprooted trees. Fog droplets going to the dress, the wind was cold, so everyone was happy sun. Elise watched Reno and amazed as he maintains this pace. It seemed to her superhuman endurance - as well as in those which have already become distant days that followed the slaughter. His silence and seclusion reinforce this impression. Her tormented need to explain, to destroy a wall has arisen between them, but she could not bring herself to start talking to him in the presence of Pierre and Little Quail. The matter is too personal, although she was sure that their friends will behave with the greatest delicacy.