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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Ever since we drowned those people? They cried so loudly." "I did not hear their cry. But this I heard something snapped in my heart, Khorre. Always sadness, everywhere sadness! Let me drink!" He drinks. "He who cried am I perhaps afraid of him, Khorre? That would be fine! Tears were trickling from his eyes; he wept like one who is unfortunate. Why did he do that?
Do you know, I haven't even opened my mouth once! You must have been dreaming, Khorre. Perhaps you are thinking that you are near the church? You are simply sleeping in your bed, sailor. It is a dream." Khorre is terrified. "Drink some gin, Noni." "I don't need it. I drank something else already." "Your hands?" "Be silent, Khorre.
"There are no truthful people there. It has been so ever since the deluge. At that time all the honest people went out to sea, and only the cowards and liars remained upon the solid earth." Haggart is silent for a minute; then he takes the pipe from his mouth and laughs gaily. "Have you invented it yourself?" "I think so," says Khorre modestly. "Clever!
Khorre, don't turn your knife." "He has come after you, Noni." "I have come to warn you; the tower may fall. Go away from here!" says the abbot. "Why are you hiding yourself, girl? I remember your name; your name is Mariet," says Haggart. "I am not hiding. I also remember your name it is Haggart," replies Mariet. "Was it you who brought him here?"
But how incomprehensible your land is in your land a man sees dreams even when he is not asleep. Perhaps I am smiling already. Look, Mariet." The abbot stops in front of Khorre. "Ah, old friend, how do you do? You are smiling already. Look, Mariet." "I don't want to work," ejaculates the sailor sternly. "You want your own way?
But where have we buried it, the barrel? Do you remember, Noni? I have forgotten. They say it's from the gin, kind people; they say that one's memory fails from too much gin. I am a drunkard, that's true." "If you are not inventing then you had better choke yourself with your gold, you dog!" says the abbot. HAGGART Khorre! KHORRE Yes. HAGGART To-morrow you will get a hundred lashes.
Mariet shudders and looks at the door; the abbot pauses. "Oho, it is daybreak already, the fog is turning blue!" says one fisherman to another, but his voice breaks off. "Yes. Low tide has started," replies the other dully. Silence. Then uneven footsteps resound. Several young fishermen with excited faces bring in Haggart, who is bound, and push Khorre in after him, also bound.
Board it now! Get the hooks ready." And Khorre tosses about violently, performing the mad instructions. "Yes, yes." "Be braver, boys. Don't be afraid of tears! Eh, who is crying there? Don't dare cry when you are dying. I'll dry your mean eyes upon the fire. Fire! Fire everywhere! Khorre sailor! I am dying. They have poured molten tar into my chest. Oh, how it burns!" "Don't give way, Noni.
The night was as black as this night, but you made day of it, Noni. We were rocked by a sea of fire." Haggart stands pale-faced, his eyes closed. Suddenly he shouts commandingly: "Boatswain!" "Yes," Khorre jumps up. "Whistle for everybody to go up on deck." "Yes." The boatswain's shrill whistle pierces sharply into the open body of the storm.
He turns to Haggart, his eyes still lowered; then he lifts his eyes and asks: "Gart! But you don't need to kill anybody else. Excepting Philipp, you don't feel like killing anybody else, do you?" "No." "Only Philipp, and no more? Do you hear? Only Philipp, and no more. And another question Gart, don't you want to send away this man, Khorre? We would like you to do it. Who knows him?
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