Altaïr nodded. "Each spring in Masyaf, what fell as snow melted into water, and the rains began. The ground soaks up quickly and the rivers overrun their shores. We had to replace at least one bridge each year - and had to make makeshift bridges until they were reconstructed. One log for the two of us should suffice."

He followed her easily, ducking past the branches she held, keeping an eye on the river as they passed. Just thinking about the river itself had him wary of its bounds.