In the end it came to pass that we had to wait four days here, and I will not say that they went at all quickly.
Dalfin waxed moody before the next day was over.

He was one of those who loved excitement, and are only happy when one thing follows another fast, caring not what it may be so long as there is somewhat, even danger.

I think it was as well that he was a mighty sleeper, being content to lie on a warm sand hill and slumber between his meals.

Bertric and I built a pig stye out of wreck wood for the hermits, which pleased them mightily, and was certainly better than doing nothing.

Gerda watched us quietly, and then we would climb to the top of the hill and look out toward the land in hopes of seeing the fire which the fishers were to light when all was in order for our going.
So it chanced on the second day that she and I had been up the hill together, and were coming back to Bertric and his work down the little glen, when we came suddenly on the old superior, who was walking with bent head among the trees of a clearing, musing.