Pushing back his fatigue, he leaped into the air once more, straining to get airborne and shivering as his body punished him by giving him chills. He flew a short distance upstream and waited for the barge to force its way against the current. Had he been in better shape he would have flown dragging the barge with a rope, but he was in no condition to do so.
He did not wade into the cold river to grab the rope the way he normally would have done, but waited for them to tie off the barge, mindful of the chief's admonition that they needed him to fly, not act as a draft animal. The warriors lined up as Pareesa shoved them into line, tongue-lashing anyone who got sloppy with her biting words. She pranced up to him, eager to be on her way.
"We're ready for action, Sir," Pareesa said.
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