still he wept in his dream, and his manhood seemed departed from him,
and he heard a voice crying out, "Is this the Land? Is this the
Land?"

Therewithal he awoke, and as his eyes cleared he beheld the big man
rowing and the black sail flapping against the mast; for the wind had
fallen dead and they were faring on over a long smooth swell of the
sea. It was broad daylight, but round about them was a thick mist,
which seemed none the less as if the sun were ready to shine through
it.

As Hallblithe caught the red man's eye, he smiled and nodded on him
and said: "Now has the time come for thee first to eat and then to
row. But tell me what is that upon thy cheeks?"

Hallblithe, reddening somewhat, said: "The night dew hath fallen on
me."

Quoth the sea-rover, "It is no shame for thee a youngling to remember
thy betrothed in thy sleep, and to weep because thou lackest her.
But now bestir thee, for it is later than thou mayest deem."

Therewith the big man drew in the oars and came to the afterpart of
the boat, and drew meat and drink out of a locker thereby; and they
ate and drank together, and Hallblithe grew strong and somewhat less
downcast; and he went forward and gat the oars into his hands.

Then the big red man stood up and looked over his left shoulder and
said: "Soon shall we have a breeze and bright weather."