The song went on, but it seemed to ring in my ears as the drone of our miller's pipes comes up from the river on a still summer evening.
Yet it grew more plain.
Then I saw the ships before me.

I was swimming in a circle, my right arm mastering the left, I suppose.

That told me how weary I was, if I had not known it to the full before.

At that moment the song, which was close to me, stopped, and a fiery arm rose from a wave top against the sky, and seemed to hail me.
"Ho, Wilfrid! have you had enough yet?
By Aegir himself, you are a fine swimmer!" Through the brightness came a sparkling head, round which the foam curled in fleecy fire; and shining as I shone, Thorleif the viking floated up to me and trod the water.
"What, you also ?" I said.

"Both of us drowned together at last ?" And with that I went into the brightness below me, and troubled no more for anything..