"I'll win the future that my stars foretold!" In that exalted moment all things seemed possible, and though his body limped as haltingly he followed on behind his new-found friend, his spirit walked erect, and faced his future for the time, undaunted.
His merry-Andrew of a host made festival when they at last came to his dwelling; lit a great fire upon the hearth, brewed him a drink that warmed him to the core, brought wheaten loaves and set a bit of savoury meat to turning on the spit.
"Ho, ho!" he laughed.

"They say it is an ill wind that blows good to none.

Now thou dost prove the proverb.

The tempest that didst blow thee from thy course mayhap may send me on my way rejoicing.

I long have wished to leave this land and seek the distant province where my kindred dwell, but there was never one to take my place.