"Let go all the forward canvas, and cut away.

We must put her into the wind and let her drive under bare poles." With that he went to the helm, where indeed the maiden must have needed succour.

And there he stayed beside her till the night passed.
Afterwards he told me that he found her there, half stunned by the wind, but never flinching, or yielding a point out of the course.

"I know not if she was pleased to see me there," said he.

"She said little enough, and hardly surrendered me the tiller.