But the boat dashed into a wave, and the cold spray flew over me and roused me to know the danger, so I took my last crust and ate it, and was refreshed a little.
But when the morning broke cold and gray over brown waves, there, against one golden line of sunlight, rose the black steady barrier of a low-lying coast, and round the boat the gulls were screaming their welcome.
Then came over me a dull fear that I should be lost in sight of land, and a great sorrow and longing for the English shore in place of this, for never had I seen sunrise over land before from the open sea, and hunger and thirst gnawed at me, and I longed for rest from this tossing of sea, and wave--and always waves.

Then I looked in Beorn's evil face, and I thought that he was dead, but that to me seemed to matter not.
Swiftly rose up the coast from out the sea, and I saw that it was like our East Anglian shore, forest covered and dark, but with pine and birch instead of oak and alder.

The boat was heading straight through a channel; past sands over which I could see the white line of the tide on either side, and that chance seemed not strange to me, but as part of all that was to be and must be.
Then the last rollers were safely past, and the boat's keel grated on sand--and I forgot my weakness, and sprang out into the shallow water, dragging her up with the next wave and out of reach of the surges.
Then I saw that the tide was falling, and that I had naught more to do, for we were safe.

With that I gave way at last, and reeled and fell on the sand, for my strength could bear no more, and I deemed that I should surely die.
I think that I fell into a great sleep for a while, for I came to myself presently, refreshed, and rose up.
The tide had ebbed a long way, and the sun was high above me, so that I must have been an hour or two there upon the sand.

I went and looked at Beorn.
His swoon seemed to have passed into sleep, and I unbound him, and as I did so he murmured as if angry, though he did not wake.
Then I thought that I would leave him there for some other to find, and try to make my way to house or village where I might get food.
I could send men thence to seek him, but I cared not if I never set eyes on him again, hoping, indeed, that I should not do so.
So I turned and walked inland through the thin forest for a little way, stumbling often, but growing stronger and less stiff as I went, though I must needs draw my belt tight to stay the pangs of hunger, seeing that one loaf is not overmuch for such a voyage and such stern work as mine had been, body and mind alike unresting.
Nor had I far to go, for not more than a mile from shore I saw a good hut standing in a little clearing; and it was somewhat like our own cottages, timber-framed, with wattle and clay walls, but with thatch of heather instead of our tall reeds, and when I came near, I saw that the timber was carved with twisted patterns round door and window frames.
No dog came out at me, and no one answered when I called, and so at last I lifted the latch and went in.