This time. This time she would get him! She placed the fish on a purpose-built grill over a small roaring fire. And then went into a small bush to observe the scenery. She began to grind her teeth in her concentration. Suddenly she heard a noise. Was that him? She looked around and saw an arrow stuck in a target in a treetop about 200 yards away, still vibrating from the impact. Apparently her neighbor was just doing her target practice again. She turned back to her fish. No! She ran out of her hiding place and let out a deep scream. How could it be that that stupid bear had slipped through her fingers again. For days he stole her beloved fish and she had to put up with barren berries. Enraged, she began pounding the nearest tree with her bare hands. Only when this fell over with a crash, could baraa calm down again. She slumped, her gaze fixed dimly on the river flowing past their small makeshift camp. As if it were yesterday, she pictured the dramatic scenes of her last mission. She had gone in search of the missing princess with her comrades of the knightly order. On the way they got caught in a heavy storm. While crossing a crumbling suspension bridge over a rushing mountain river, she slipped and fell into the rapids. This was followed by scenes that she can only remember in fragments.