But no such luxury here and so the agony continues and anyone watching would surely know that the end was nigh and Inteachán is definitely done for.
‘At least she tried,’ they would say. ‘It was a long shot and the odds were stacked against her from the moment she set out.’
‘Perhaps we’re to blame,’ someone else would say. ‘How could we have been so selfish as to hope that a small child would save anything anyway?’
But a slight curve in the flow and a sudden sandbank and Inteachán is catapulted free from the current and flung fast towards the surface where by the sheerest of sheerest luck one of the straps of her rucksack catches the edge of a rock and yanks her free from the water.