But meanwhile, Dalfin, with no fears in him, had gone gently to the penthouse and brought thence the pitcher of wine and the silver bowl, so that when I came back those two were trying to get some of the wine between the pale lips, though without much success.

Now we bathed her face with the cool water, and presently the colour began to come back slowly, though she did not stir.
"We are rough nurses at best," said Bertric; "but we can do better than this.

Let us get the bedstead that is forward, and set a fold or two of the awning on it for her to rest on.

Better than the hard deck when she comes to herself, and maybe not so terrifying." We left Dalfin to tend her, and brought the bedstead and canvas with all speed, and so lifted her on it.

Then Bertric went back into the house and brought thence a blue cloak which lay where she had fallen, and covered her with it, for the night was chill now.
It was her own, and with it he brought a light helm made of steel bands and transparent horn between them, which must have fallen from her head.
Maybe this maiden was of twenty years, or less, and to me, at least, who had no sisters as had the others, she seemed beautiful altogether.