But the boat never turned aside, and flew on, right before my eyes, for Iona.
I could not believe such wickedness, and ran along the shore from rock to rock, crying on them piteously even after they were out of reach of my voice, I still cried and waved to them; and when they were quite gone, I thought my heart would have burst.

All the time of my troubles I wept only twice.

Once, when I could not reach the yard, and now, the second time, when these fishers turned a deaf ear to my cries.

But this time I wept and roared like a wicked child, tearing up the turf with my nails, and grinding my face in the earth.

If a wish would kill men, those two fishers would never have seen morning, and I should likely have died upon my island.
When I was a little over my anger, I must eat again, but with such loathing of the mess as I could now scarce control.