Shield's Lady

Apparently there wasn’t much he couldn’t handle. Sariana felt a certain amount of resentment about that.
    They had left Little Chance a couple of hours earlier, following the wide, meandering river that rolled lazily down from the distant mountains through farmland, plains and canyons. The last farm had been passed some time ago and Sariana had seen no further sign of civilization.
    The flatlands and gently rolling hill country were giving way to more rugged scenes, but the river was still tame and manageable. Gryph appeared to be quite competent with the little boat. Sariana glanced back over her shoulder and saw that he was caught up in his own thoughts. There was an expression of concentration on his face.
    The late afternoon sun painted the rough landscape a spectacular shade of yellow and mauve. Sariana began to relax for the first time that day. Idly she speculated on what sorts of convoluted, irrational, and no doubt cryptic thoughts a Shield might entertain while in the frame of mind Gryph was obviously in at the moment. The passing scenery lulled her into a passive mood. Almost casually she let her mind drift, opening herself to any stray thought that happened to float into it.
    She nearly fell off the narrow bench on which she was sitting when an image of herself as seen from the rear formed in her mind. She was completely nude. Her back was gracefully straight, her head was held at an imperious angle, her waist looked small and her derriere…Sariana nearly choked as she realized that from this angle her rear end appeared to be quite lush and sensuously curved. Never in her life had she seen herself in this way.
    And then it occurred to her that she wouldn’t be viewing herself this way right now if it wasn’t for the fact that someone else was seeing her this way. She resisted the urge to turn around. It was impossible. She refused to admit that the alien image of herself was coming straight from Gryph’s head. Her imagination was running wild.
    She blinked a few times to clear her befuddled brain and the disturbing image vanished. Experimentally she tried to recall it but it was gone for good. Sariana breathed a small sigh of relief and went back to studying the landscape.
    The river was beginning to wind through small canyons now. Occasionally the water became rough for a short time, but under Gryph’s expert handling the river sled bounced merrily through the light rapids and back into gentler waters without a protest.
    The canyons became more frequent, their walls higher and more forbidding. Heavy shadows began to cloak the river.
    “We’ll stop here for the night,” Gryph finally announced as he slowed the river sled and angled it into a serene cove.
    It was the first time he had spoken in hours other than to issue curt commands relating to the boat.
    Sariana lifted her chin. “I think you should know I have never camped out in my life.”
    “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Don’t worry, I’m an expert.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me,” she countered. She glanced around curiously. “At least it’s warm and it’s not raining.”
    “I’ll build a fire ashore and we’ll cook our evening meal there, but we’ll sleep on board the sled. There are hawk-beetles in these canyons.”
    “What a pleasant thought.” Sariana got to her feet and stretched. The scarlet-toe, which had been dozing on her shoulder, awakened and yawned. “I think I would like a bath before dinner. Are these waters safe?”
    Gryph was rummaging around in the travel packs. “Safe enough here in the shallows. You can have your bath. I could use one, too.”
    “Good. I think I’ll just trot around that little bend up ahead and find a nice, private spot.” Sariana was feeling more cheerful as she contemplated her bath.
    “You will stay right here in the cove,” Gryph ordered without even bothering to glance at her. He was busy opening the food lockers. “I’m not letting you out of my sight again today.”
    “Now, Gryph,” Sariana said soothingly, “there’s no reason to overdo the protective bit. As long as I stay within shouting distance, what can go wrong?”
    “You tell me. I’m afraid to guess. To be on the safe side you will stay within eyesight, not just shouting distance.” He took off his boots and stepped over the edge of the flat sled. The clear waters lapped lazily at his bare feet.
    “Do you know what your problem is, Gryph?”
    “I’ve got all kinds of problems. Which one are