The sea-monarch now stood at the helm, with his own hand guiding his vessel towards the beloved shore. Already they had drawn near to a level ground at the foot of the rocks, and prepared to cast anchor, when Sir Arinbiorn, cased as he was in armour, sprang overboard and swam to land, while, as the rest came after him in boats, he blew loud and joyful notes on his hunting-horn, to welcome them, and to announce his arrival. Aloft, amid the darkness of the beech forests, many lights like stars now began to break forth; and these, Sir Otto soon perceived, came from the numerous windows of a large fortress. At the same time he heard a joyous answer returned to Sir Arinbiorn’s salutation, by a great blowing of horns from the high cliffs. There was the trampling too of horses, with the clank of their riders’ armour, as they made their way down the steep rocky path from the castle. Hereupon the sea-monarch, with a look of triumph and delight, said to Sir Otto, “You behold now the venerable mansion of my ancestors; and there you shall find, that we have not yet forgotten the martial and brave exercises of olden times.” Meanwhile their two war-steeds had been disembarked, and the squires led them backwards and forwards on the shore, that they might recover from the fatigue of their confinement on shipboard. I was long ere Sir Otto’s wild light-brown horse could regain his usual spirits; he stumbled and tottered about; while the sea-monarch’s dun charger, well accustomed to such voyages, exhibited all his usual agility, and neighed aloud, as if exulting in his triumph over his former adversary.