It would be a good deal later on in the day before the old fellow would begin inquiring about him.  Till then he, Eilert, must sleep so as to have sufficient strength for his flight—­she would watch over him.

The girl flung her long dark hair about him like a curtain, and it seemed to him that he knew those eyes so well.  He felt as if his cheek were resting against the breast of a white sea-bird, it was so warm and sleep-giving—­a single reddish feather in the middle of it recalled a dark memory.  Gradually he sank off into a doze, and heard her singing a lullaby, which reminded him of the swell of the billows when it ripples up and down along the beach on a fine sunny day.  It was all about how they had once been playmates together, and how later on he would have nothing to say to her.  Of all she sang, however, he could only recollect the last words, which were these—­

     “Oh, thousands of times have we played on the shore,
     And caught little fishes—­dost mind it no more? 
     We raced with the surf as it rolled at our feet,
     And the lurking old Merman we always did cheat.

     “Yes, much shalt thou think of at my lullaby,
     Whilst the billows do rock and the breezes do sigh. 
     Who sits now and weeps o’er thy cheeks?  It is she
     Who gave thee her soul, and whose soul lived in thee.

     “But once as an eider-duck homeward I came
     Thou didst lie ’neath a rock, with thy rifle didst aim;
     In my breast thou didst strike me; the blood thou dost see
     Is the mark that I bear, oh! beloved one, of thee.”

Then it seemed to Eilert as if she sat and wept over him, and that, from time to time, a drop like a splash of sea-water fell upon his cheek.  He felt now that he loved her so dearly.

The next moment he again became uneasy.  He fancied that right up to the skerry came a whale, which said that he, Eilert, must now make haste; and when he stood on its back he stuck the shaft of an oar down its nostril, to prevent it from shooting beneath the sea again.  He perceived that in this way the whale could be steered accordingly as he turned the oar to the right or left; and now they coasted the whole land of Finmark at such a rate that the huge mountain islands shot by them like little rocks.  Behind him he saw the Draug in his half-boat, and he was going so swiftly that the foam stood mid-mast high.  Shortly afterwards he was again lying on the skerry, and the lass smiled so blithely; she bent over him and said, “It is I, Eilert.”

With that he awoke, and saw that the sunbeams were running over the wet skerry, and the Mermaid was still sitting by his side.  But presently the whole thing changed before his eyes.  It was the sun shining through the window-panes, on a bed in the Finn’s hut, and by his side sat the Finn girl supporting his back, for they thought he was about to die.  He had lain there delirious for six weeks, ever since the Finn had rescued him after capsizing, and this was his first moment of consciousness.