She had gone to pieces.

A few men waited on the beach, picking up the dead, and such boxes and packages as were dashed on shore.

Only three of all on board had been rescued, and they had been taken to the Keep for succor and rest.
The laird hastened home.

He had not felt as young for many years.

The struggle, though one of life and death, had not wearied him like a day's toil at the works, for it had been a struggle to which the soul had girded itself gladly, and helped and borne with it the mortal body.