I had to turn the words of the teacher into the homely Norse for her, and her questions were many and eager.
Somewhere about midnight thereafter, Bertric woke with a start which roused me, so that I sat up and asked what was amiss.
"I do not know," he answered; "but it lies on my mind that somewhat has happened, or is to happen.

Somewhat evil." "The last talk of Heidrek has raised fears in your mind," I said.
Then across the stone-framed window came a flare of red light, and we both sprang to our feet and went to the door.

Dalfin stirred, but did not wake.

And when we were in the open all was still in the moonlight round us, but on the mainland every hill inland to the westward was tipped with the flame of beacon fires, newly lighted.
That which had waked Bertric, as one may suppose, with its first flash, was set on the hill over the fishers' village, whence we were to look for the signal to tell us to be ready for departure.
It had been just lighted, and blazed up fiercely as we stood outside the cell.

Five minutes later another fire answered it to the eastward, and again beyond that a third, and fourth, one after the other, as men saw the glare.
"Foes landing to the westward," said Bertric.