But it may tell how wearied we were that we left so untried a landsman to watch for us, though, indeed, either of us would wake with the least uneasiness of the boat in a rising wind.

So we slept a great sleep, and it was not until near sunset that Dalfin roused us.
"There is somewhat like a sail on the skyline to the eastward," he said.

"I have watched it this half hour, and it grows bigger fast.
I took it for a bird at first and would not wake you." That brought us to our feet in a moment, and we looked in the direction he gave us.
"A sail," said Bertric.

"She is bearing right down on us, and bringing an easterly breeze off shore with her.

If only we can hail her!" "It is not Heidrek again ?" asked Dalfin anxiously.
"No; his sails are brown.