As with Bearslayer, now the crone Sent storms so that their way they lost, And soon, from off their course far blown, Upon an unknown sea they tossed. They wandered blind a lengthy while, Until one day the lookout hailed On sighting clear a pleasant isle, To which with gratitude they sailed. Come near the isle, the ship raced fast, As though a storm wind drove its quest, Until, unstoppable, at last It ran on shore among the rest. Upon the isle a sage old man Across the bridge now led them all That to the palace entrance ran; A sumptuous meal stood in its hall. Then, after all had had their fill, On their own ship they deeply drowsed, And slept away the time until, By Spidala disturbed, they roused.- About their feelings who can tell, Here with Bearslayer now to stand? Upon his neck Laimdota fell, Koknesis firmly pressed his hand. How many words there now flowed free, When each unchecked could full relate Adventures faced on land and sea, Of tribulations and harsh fate? Bearslayer full believed his love; Doubts disappeared-his trust was sure. Again they swore by powers above Their faithfulness for evermore. Alone and separate from the band, No contact Spidala now sought, Until Bearslayer took her hand, Her to the others gently brought. He told them how, now free again, Brave Spidala helped break the spell. With gratitude Laimdota then, Koknesis too, both thanked her well. They asked her to become their friend. And Spidala her friendship swore, And vowed that she would help defend Against all trials the future bore. Well Spidala the island knew, And so the other folk apace She guided all its comforts through.- It proved to be a fruitful place. So fair it was some made a vow To settle there, and thought it well, Because the island's master now Bearslayer was, who broke the spell, That he should stay some weeks or more, Until these folk a chieftain chose.- Across the bridge now lived the four, Within the palace of their foes. This building Spidala knew too: She showed her friends a wondrous hoard, Preserved in chambers there to view, Where many things to eat were stored. Our countrymen here happy grew, Had been content upon this shore, But for the longing that they knew, Their fathers' land to see once more. They longed to serve the Fatherland, To fight and make its troubles cease.- But Destiny's will had not thus planned A life for them of joy and peace. Then came the day they chose, again To journey back where they were born, And so Bearslayer spoke out plain, The people how to live would warn. Koknesis confesses his love for Spidala Koknesis, walking sunk in thought, The island crossed with solemn stride, The pleasant valley pensive sought, Where, in the well, the witch had died.