It is not a happy moment, and there is so much weeping that I feel something of a relief to get away as the boat hits the water and we start to row away from the shore. All those exhausting emotions are left behind on the shore, they are waving goodbye to me, and I wave back. The men just get their heads down and concentrate on the tasks before them, which is wise; there is a great deal to do. This time the silver hoard has stayed behind with Thora, so Ragnald must feel he has somewhere safe for it to rest now that he is leaving again on this adventure. I have no idea where it is or whether it has a guardian beyond Thora. Let us hope that his faith is well-founded and his trust will not be betrayed. I am happier to not know about the location of the treasure, as that knowledge carries great danger with it. We are leaving on the high tide so it is easier to find the deep water in which to move the boat easily without any danger of grounding. It is necessary to row as we cannot sail with the wind in our faces and we are organised into two crews to row alternatively.
