"Well, think what a voyage we might have had if we had chanced to pick up a crew." "It was your own doing that Heidrek did not pick us up," I said.
"Maybe that thought will comfort you somewhat." "I was never glad of a fog before," he answered.
And there that matter ended, for now we had wandered to a place whence we could see the strait between us and the mainland, which we must cross presently.
That was not yet possible, for here the currents, as the tide rose and swirled round either end of the island, were like a mill race, while the heavy sea which still beat on the shore made the turmoil still wilder as it set across the narrow opening.
"Here we have to bide till that mends," said Bertric.

"We must make the best of it, for a day or two.

Maybe it matters little, for Gerda needs rest.

And Dalfin will sleep till midday if we let him.
He is worn out." "He was full of all that would happen when we came as honoured guests to his father's place, as we talked last evening," I said.
"That all sounds well enough for a time.

But thereafter--what are our plans to be ?" "In what way ?" he answered, staying his steps, and looking gravely at me.
Now this was the first chance we two had had of private talk.