It is our one chance.

I had thought of it, but was not sure how the shore folk would greet us.

Now we must hasten.

Ask the hermit to come and help us launch the boat." Then he turned to Gerda, who stood with clasped hands waiting to hear the end of the rapid speech.
"It is our only hope," he said again.

"We must take that way, though it is hard to leave these holy men to their fate." Then, of a sudden, a light came into Gerda's eyes, and she flushed as with a fresh hope.
"Those other ships!" she cried.