"I have seen three brave men look death in the face, and they have not flinched--I will never wear mail or sword again." Then she fled forward, and something held us back from so much as helping her to cross that barrier.

We knew that she was near to breaking down, and no wonder.
There fell an uneasy silence on us when she was within the shelter of the awning and its folds closed after her.

Dalfin broke it at last.
"Well," he said, "I suppose that you two seamen know which way you are steering in the fog--but it passes me to know how." Bertric and I laughed, and were glad of the excuse to do so.

We told him that we steered by the wind, which had not changed.

But now we had only one course before us.