On the beach at our feet lay the gilded and green dragon's head from her stem, and all along were strewn oars and planking, and the like.

It was pitiful enough.

But the brothers had toiled till light failed them, for they had saved the other boat and the sledges, and also the sail, together with smaller things, among which was the cauldron of our first meals, which was a treasure to them.

Inside it, on the sand hill, was the little silver cup from the penthouse, too, and the empty wine pitcher lay hard by.
"There are men who would pray for a wreck like this every week," said Bertric, with a short laugh.

"But it will be all that we can do to get these good men to keep what they have saved, even if the things are of any use to them.