He is ashore at my house.

The sailors must have seen the light in my workshop and steered for it." "My father ?" she gasped.

"He is still alive?
But, oh, how is that possible?
He would never have left me." "Yes, he lives, but with a broken thigh and his head cut open.

He was brought ashore senseless, so you need not be ashamed of him.

Those sailors are the cowards." She sighed, as though in deep relief.