I cannot think that all hope is lost.

See, we have the ship, and it is high summer.

Not one of us can be worse off than we have been of late, and we may win to comfort once more." Thereat she looked at the three of us, and rose up and stretched her hands toward us, as in greeting.
"I will trust you," she said.

"I will think of you as friends and brothers in trouble, and in enmity to Heidrek the evildoer.

It must be that you three have wrought loyally together through the long storm, and you can never be aught but friends thereafter, for you have tried one another.