"You said they were not Danish.
Norse or Irish, they would help us, if we could reach them!" Bertric said never a word, but ran to the place whence he could look out to sea, and came back with a brighter face.
"They are not Danish," he said.

"I am sure thereof.

And it is just a chance that we might reach them.

If they see we are in need, there is another hope for us, for they will meet us, or heave to for us." Then some fear took hold of Gerda, born of the chase by Heidrek, as I believe.
"No," she said, "rather the poor folk ashore than chance what men we may meet at sea." "As you will," answered Bertric.

"You may be right.