With the cold, brisk, icy, bone chilling, teeth chattering wind blowing as it was, Cris had to closely monitor his torch's flame. Yes it was still burning brightly, but was it a tad less bright and smaller? Cris couldn't tell. Either way he decided to chant the Galdr again. I mean what harm could it cause right?

So holding the runestone and his wand, closely together in one hand and his torch in the other, Cris began to chant the gladr to Kenaz again.

"Kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko… kun kan kin ken kon… ok ek ik ak uk… kaunnnnnnnnn..."....there all done. The flame would now most definitely withstand even the sub-zero temperatures of the South Pole.

Holding up his torch like an Olympian torch bearer and, like other Olympian torch bearers had done before him, Cris made sure he didn't trip over something and fall to the ground. So keeping one eye peeled in front of him...yes he could still see Professor Botros....and one eye in front of him, Cris continued to walk down the path to the lake.