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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I have told you that they are all traitors, Noni," says Khorre. "Silence!" "It is very cold here. I will throw some wood into the fireplace. May I do it?" asks Mariet. "Do it," answers Haggart. "The tower will fall down before long," says the abbot. "Part of the wall has caved in already; it is all hollow underneath. Do you hear?" He stamps his foot on the stone floor.
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.
Perhaps he came from a land where the people had never heard of death what do you think, sailor?" "I don't remember him, Noni. You speak so much about him, while I don't remember him." "He was a fool," says Haggart. "He spoilt his death for himself, and spoilt me my life. I curse him, Khorre. May he be cursed. But that doesn't matter, Khorre no!" Silence.
But there is a strong smell of the sea, and that, together with the cold, brings Khorre to his senses. "Noni!" he calls hoarsely, but Haggart does not hear him. After a moment's thought, he calls once more: "Captain. Noni! Get up." But Haggart does not answer and the sailor mutters: "Noni is drunk and he sleeps. Let him sleep. Oh, what a cold night it is.
Again the cobblestones rattle under his cautious steps; without looking back, Haggart climbs the steep rocks. Of what great sorrow speaks this night? "Your hands are in blood, Haggart. Whom have you killed, Haggart?" "Silence, Khorre, I killed that man. Be silent and listen he will commence to play soon. I stood here and listened, but suddenly my heart sank, and I cannot stay here alone."
Mariet casts at him a glance full of contempt and then goes out. Silence. "Khorre!" "Yes." "Gin!" "Here it is, Noni. Drink it, my boy, but not all at once, not all at once, Noni." Haggart drinks; he examines the room with a smile. "Nobody. Did you see him, Khorre? He is there, behind the curtain. Just think of it, sailor here we are again with him alone." "Go home, Noni!" "Right away.
I must have a drink. Take a drink, too, my boy, but not all at once, not all at once!" They drink. Haggart paces the room heavily and slowly, like a man who is imprisoned in a dungeon but does not want to escape. "I feel sad," he says, without looking at Khorre. Khorre, as though understanding, shakes his head in assent. "Sad? I understand. Since then?" "Ever since then."
"Well, then, Abbot," says Desfoso, turning around, "we have decided, in accordance with our conscience to take the money. Do I speak properly?" One voice answers for all: "Yes." DESFOSO Well, sailor, where is the money? KHORRE Captain? HAGGART Give it to them. Who is the eldest among you you? Listen, then: Take crowbars and shovels and go to the castle.
"No. Let go of my hand! Eh, who's there?" A crowd is coming. They are laughing and grinning, showing their teeth. But noticing the captain, they become serious. The people are repeating one and the same name: "Khorre! Khorre! Khorre!" And then Khorre himself appears, dishevelled, crushed, but happy the rope has broken. Knitting his brow, Haggart is waiting in silence.
Khorre looks over his shoulder and whispers: "Not a single light. It is dark and deserted. Those who had to die have died already, and the cautious cowards are sitting on the solid earth." Haggart turns around and says, wiping his face: "When I am intoxicated, I hear voices and singing. Does that happen to you, too, Khorre? Who is that singing now?" "The wind is singing, Noni only the wind."
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