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Updated: July 14, 2025
"But what a mind you have, Desfoso!" "Do you pay attention to them, Abbot?" asked Haggart. "Yes, I do, Haggart. And it wouldn't do you any harm to pay attention to them. The devil is prouder than you, and yet he is only the devil, and nothing more." Desfoso affirms: "What's the use of pride? Pride isn't necessary."
What are you gaping at, you scarecrow?" Khorre replies rudely: "According to my opinion, he should have thrown him into the sea. Your Haggart is out of his mind; I have said it long ago." Suddenly old Desfoso shouts amid the loud approval of the others: "Hold your tongue! We will send him to the city, but we will hang you like a cat ourselves, even if you did not kill him."
Well, bind me and take me to the city." He waits haughtily, but no one approaches him. Mariet has lowered her head upon her hands, her shoulders are twitching. The abbot is also absorbed in thought, his large head lowered. Desfoso is carrying on a heated conversation in whispers with the fishermen.
Silence. Desfoso, who has returned and who is agitated, decides: "Let her speak. She is his wife." "You will not believe, Desfoso," says Mariet, turning to the old fisherman with a tender and mournful smile. "Desfoso, you will not believe what strange and peculiar creatures we women are!"
"Ask how the mother is feeling; Selly is taking care of her." Desfoso says: "You say, chase away the women, abbot? And your daughter? She is here." The abbot looks at Mariet. She says: "I am not going away from here." Silence. The abbot paces the room again; he looks at the little ship fastened to the ceiling and asks: "Who made it?" All look at the little ship. "He," answers Desfoso.
"What did you say, Desfoso?" the abbot stops. "I say, since Dugamel broke Jack's head " "Yes, yes!" says the abbot, and resumes pacing the room. "Then Dugamel threw himself into the sea from a rock and was dashed to death that's how it happened. He threw himself down." Mariet shudders and looks at the speaker with hatred. Silence. "What did you say, Thomas?"
I don't know whether you will be able to understand me. You, old Desfoso you would not kill the girl you kissed one day? Of course not. But we women are such strange creatures you can't even imagine what strange, suspicious, peculiar creatures we are. Philipp was my betrothed, and he kissed me " She wipes her mouth and continues, laughing: "Here I am wiping my mouth even now.
You have all seen how I wiped my mouth. I am wiping away Philipp's kisses. You are laughing. But ask your wife, Desfoso does she want the life of the man who kissed her before you? Ask all women who love even the old women! We never grow old in love. We are born so, we women." Haggart almost believes her. Advancing a step forward, he asks: "You urged me?
"Suppose we send Gart to the city what then?" Desfoso goes on, without looking at Haggart. "Well, the city people will hang him and then what? The result will be that a man will be gone, a fisherman will be gone you will lose a son, and Mariet will lose her husband, and the little boy his father. Is there any joy in that?" "That's right, that's right!" nods the abbot, approvingly.
I worked, and now I don't want to work. That's all! I don't want to work." He goes out, swinging his hand. All look sympathetically at his stooping back, at his white tufts of hair. And then they look again at Desfoso, at his mouth, from which their words come out. A voice says: "There, Rikke doesn't want to work any more." All laugh softly and forcedly.
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