“Even to the death,” she answered, “but I cannot....”
Then she came nearer to the ship.
“Take this ointment,” she said. “It is for you and that fat friend of yours who goes to sleep when he ought to be awake.”
And she withdrew herself, crying:
“Lamme! Lamme! May God keep you from harm and bring you back safe.”
And she uncovered her face.
“My wife! My wife!” cried Lamme.
And he would have jumped down to her.
“Your faithful wife!” she said, running the while as fast as ever she could.
Lamme would have leaped down from the deck on to the ice, but he was restrained by a soldier who caught him by his cloak, and the provost addressed him, saying: