There were none, and so they are all safe at home." "Good luck to them--for if they had been here they were drowned, every man of them," said the hermit with much content, looking at me with some wonder when I laughed.
"They would not be the first by many a score whom we have buried here," he said in reproof.

"Aye, heathen Lochlann and Christian Scot, and homely Erse yonder.

It is good to see even a few who have escaped from this shore." He bowed his head for a moment, and his lips moved.

Then he turned to Dalfin as a councillor might turn to his prince, and asked what he would have the brothers do for him.
"Come and ask the lady," answered Dalfin, and so we went to the fire, where Gerda and Bertric rose up to meet us.
Now the hermit had set aside his fear of the lady, if he had any beyond his rules, and welcomed her in Erse, which I had to translate.

Also he told her that what shelter he and his brethren could give was hers, if she would be content with poor housing.
"Thank him, and tell him that any roof will be welcome after the ship's deck," she said, smiling at the hermit.
"Ask him to send men and help us get our stores ashore and out of the way of the fisher folk, who will be here as soon as they see the wreck," said Bertric.