Quan Amaia Salazar was twelve years old, she was lost in the forest for sixteen hours. It was early in the morning quan they found her, thirty kilometers north of the lloc of the path on she had lost her way. Fainting in the heavy rain, with her clothes dirty and shabby like those of a medieval witch rescued from a bonfire, and in contrast, her skin white, clean and frozen as si she had just come out of the ice.