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Haggart, I will be your song, your thoughts, Haggart! And if it must be so, let Khorre give gin to little Noni he is a strong boy." "Eh, Mariet?" says Haggart sternly. "Do you perhaps want me to believe you again? Eh, Mariet? Don't talk of that which you do not know, woman. Are the rocks perhaps casting a spell over me and turning my head? Do you hear the noise, and something like voices?
We don't need it, Noni, do we? Perhaps you will take it for yourselves? What do you think? Shall we give them the gold, Noni? You see, here I've entangled myself already." He winks slyly at Mariet, who has now lifted her head. "What are you prating there, you scarecrow?" asks the abbot. Khorre continues: "Here it goes, Noni; I am straightening it out little by little!
Khorre stamps his foot against the stone floor and asks: "Do you like this motionless floor?" "I should have liked to have the deck of a ship dancing under my feet." "Noni!" exclaims the sailor enthusiastically. "Noni! Now I hear real words! Let us go away from here. I cannot live like this. I am drowning in gin. I don't understand your actions at all, Noni! You have lost your mind.
I can almost see how the rope snapped, and you came down like a sack. Flerio, old friend, I feel like saying something funny, but I have forgotten how to say it. How do they say it? Remind me, Flerio. What do you want, sailor?" Khorre whispers to him hoarsely: "Noni, be on your guard. The rope broke because they used a rotten rope intentionally. They are betraying you! Be on your guard, Noni.
"I am listening to you, Mariet," says Haggart at last. "What do you want, Mariet? It is impossible that some one should have offended you. I ordered them not to touch your house." "Oh, no, Haggart, no! No one has offended me!" exclaimed Mariet cheerfully. "But don't you like me to hold little Noni in my arms? Then I will put him down here among the rocks.
Khorre steps forward and speaks, glancing at Haggart askance: "I had a little talk with them, Noni they are all right, they are good fellows, Noni. Only the priest but he is a good man, too am I right, Noni? Don't look so crossly at me, or I'll mix up the whole thing! You see, kind people, it's this way: this man, Haggart, and I have saved up a little sum of money, a little barrel of gold.
Reveal yourself to me, my boy. I was your nurse. I nursed you, Noni, when your father brought you on board ship. I remember how the city was burning then and we were putting out to sea, and I didn't know what to do with you; you whined like a little pig in the cook's room. I even wanted to throw you overboard you annoyed me so much. Ah, Noni, it is all so touching that I can't bear to recall it.
Give me some gin." He drinks. "And they? They have gone?" "They ran, Noni. Go home, my boy! They ran off like goats. I was laughing so much, Noni." Both laugh. "Take down that toy, Khorre. Yes, yes, a little ship. He made it, Khorre." They examine the toy. "Look how skilfully the jib was made, Khorre. Good boy, Philipp! But the halyards are bad, look. No, Philipp!
And it was worth teaching you sacred history for that! Were you taught by a priest?" "Yes. In prison. At that time I was as innocent as a dove. That's also from sacred scriptures, Noni. That's what they always say there." "He was a fool! It was not necessary to teach you, but to hang you," says Haggart, adding morosely: "Don't talk nonsense, sailor. Hand me a bottle." They drink.
"Do you feel any pain?" "Yes Be silent." Haggart exclaims in a muffled voice: "Oh, Khorre!" "What is it, Noni?" "Why don't you tell him that it isn't Haggart? It is a lie!" whispers Haggart rapidly. "He thinks that he knows, but he does not know anything. He is a small, wretched old man with red eyes, like those of a rabbit, and to-morrow death will mow him down. Ha!
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