They were then some eight miles astern of us, and she looked at me with an unspoken question.
"They are Heidrek's ships," I said.

"We have to try one last chance of outsailing them." "Anything rather than that we should fall into such hands," she said at once.
Now Bertric told her what seemed to be our one plan, and she answered that she was well content to be guided by us.

Neither she nor we knew rightly where we were, nor how far it might be to the coast.

But she did know that everywhere that shore was belted by rocky islands, and sea-washed skerries.
"You may be able to steer into safety between them," she said.

"You may split the ship on some half-sunk rock not far from the land, and so we ourselves may be saved in the boat.