jokel, his brother, stands behind him, hooded still in his ice-green cloak. flogefann lying so innocent, like a virgin in her white linen. there's no use you trying to turn your heads. you won't touch her, you old man of stone. another hand to the wheel. hoist the lantern. oh, she's blowing up hard. hmm. we'll have a storm tonight. can you see the ronde from the sea? no, of course not. hidden behind the snow field. and harteig? over there. ah, yes, of course. you seem to know these parts. you know, when i sail from norway, i pass this way. the dregs of memory stay in the glass. will we be in by daybreak? oh, just about, if the night's not too bad. oh, it's thickening in the west. hmm, it is. remind me when i settle with you. i'd like to give something to the crew. oh, that's very generous of you. they're mostly poor men. they all have wives and youngsters at home. what? wives and children? are they married? married? yes, every man. married? someone waiting to give them a good welcome. as good as poor people can give. tell me, when they come home, what'll happ