"Maybe." But he reckoned her idea was good, but it would do him little good. His sleeves were shortened and filthy besides, nor did he think they would do well soaking, because his underclothes were a flimsy material and the boiled leather vest would not soak at all. So instead of dwelling on this sort of inevitable defeat of their journey, he nodded to a nearby rock that protruded from the stream.

"You should sit, m'lady. Let your feet cool. We'll need to keep walking 'til evening."