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Let us go, Mariet." "Captain?" asks Khorre. "Be silent, Khorre," says Haggart. "So that's the way you speak, abbot; so you are not a liar?" "Come with me and you shall see." "Where shall I go with you?" "To my house." "To your house? Do you hear, Khorre? To the priest! But do you know whom you are calling to your house?" "No, I don't know. But I see that you are young and strong.
"I think that you simply drank too much, like that time remember, in the castle? And your hand is quivering. But then the game was different " "Tss!" Khorre lowers his voice: "But your hand is really in blood. Oh, you are breaking my fingers!" Haggart threatens: "If you don't keep still, dog, I'll break every bone of your body!
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!
Our boy must be strong. Khorre! Three days without gin." He shows him three fingers. "Who should be without gin? The boy or I?" asks Khorre gloomily. "You!" replies Haggart furiously. "Begone!" The sailor sullenly gathers his belongings the pouch, the pipe, and the flask and wabbling, goes off. But he does not go far he sits down upon a neighbouring rock. Haggart and his wife look at him.
I will not be able to reach them and I will fall on the way." "You will reach them! We must also take our money away from these people what do you think, Khorre? We have played a little, and now it is enough what do you think, Khorre?" He laughs. The sailor looks at him, his hands folded as in prayer, and he weeps. "These are your comrades, Haggart? I am so glad to see them.
I'll hit him with a spoon on the forehead; an atheist understands a sermon best of all if you hit him with a spoon." He waits and mutters: "The boy has commenced to ring the bells again. He does it for himself, the rogue. If we did not lock the steeple, they would pray there from morning until night." Haggart goes over to Khorre, near whom Dan is sitting. "Khorre!
A strong wind is tossing the fragment of a sail which is hanging over the large, open window. The sail is too small to cover the entire window, and, through the gaping hole, the dark night is breathing inclement weather. There is no rain, but the warm wind, saturated with the sea, is heavy and damp. Here in the tower live Haggart and his sailor, Khorre.
You have only set foot on earth a little while ago, and you already have the thoughts of a traitor. That's what the earth is doing!" "Be silent, Khorre. I am listening. Our sailors are singing. Do you hear? No, that's the wine rushing to my head. I'll be drunk soon. Give me another bottle." "Perhaps you will go to the priest? He would absolve your sins."
What are they doing here with the human heart? What terrible dreams there are in this land?" He stops speaking. The organ sings solemnly. "Why did you stop speaking, Noni?" asks the sailor with alarm. "I am listening. It is good music, Khorre. Have I said anything?" "You even shouted, Noni, and you forced me to shout with you." "That is not true. I have been silent all the time.
"You know his name?" "Khorre told me it. I don't like his music, no, no. Bring me a good, honest dog, or beast, and he will howl. You will say that he knows no music he does, but he can't bear falsehood. Here is music. Listen!" He takes Mariet by the hand and turns her roughly, her face toward the ocean. "Do you hear? This is music. Your Dan has robbed the sea and the wind.
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