“I have sung in my house,” said she, “and would sing outside if I could.” Then drawing closer to the ship: “Take this ointment,” she said, “for thyself and thy friend who sleeps when he should wake....”
And she went away saying:
“Lamme! Lamme! God keep thee from harm; come back safe.”
And she uncovered her face.
“My wife, my wife!” cried Lamme.
And he would have leaped down on the ice.
“Thy faithful wife!” said she.
And she ran away swiftly.
Lamme would have leaped from off the deck down on the ice, but he was prevented by a soldier, who held him back by his opperst-kleed. He cried, wept, implored that he might be given leave to go. But the provost said to him:
“Thou shalt be hanged if thou dost leave the ship.”