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Tell him about yourself. You speak so well. If you wish it, he will believe you, father. Haggart!" Haggart maintains silence. "Noni! Captain!" Silence. Khorre whispers mysteriously: "He feels sad. Girl, tell the priest that he feels sad." "Khorre," begins Mariet. Haggart looks around quickly. "What about Khorre? Why don't you like him, Mariet? We are so much like each other."
I see that although your face is gloomy, it is handsome, and I think that you could be as good a workman as others." "A workman? Khorre, do you hear what the priest says?" Both laugh. The abbot says angrily: "You are both drunk." "Yes, a little! But if I were sober I would have laughed still more," answers Haggart. "Don't laugh, Haggart," says Mariet.
You never saw how real ships are fitted out real ships which rove over the ocean, tearing its grey waves. Was it with this toy that you wanted to quench your little thirst fool?" He throws down the little ship and rises: "Khorre! Boatswain!" "Yes." "Call them! I assume command again, Khorre!" The sailor turns pale and shouts enthusiastically: "Noni! Captain! My knees are trembling.
Don't give way. Recall your father. Strike them on the head, Noni!" "I can't, Khorre. My strength is failing. Where is my power?" "Strike them on the head, Noni. Strike them on the head!" "Take a knife, Khorre, and cut out my heart. There is no ship, Khorre there is nothing. Cut out my heart, comrade throw out the traitor from my breast." "I want to play some more, Noni. Strike them on the head!"
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!
And the other one, too. And in the morning in the morning, take him away to the city, to the Judges. I don't know their accursed city laws" cries the abbot in despair "but they will hang you, Haggart! You will dangle on a rope, Haggart!" Khorre rudely pushes aside the young fisherman who comes over to him with a rope, and says to Desfoso in a low voice: "It's an important matter, old man.
Leave my hand alone, it hurts." "Now he makes believe he is Haggart! Listen!" The oppressive chords resound faintly. Haggart moans softly. "What is it, Noni? Do you feel any pain?" "Yes. Do you understand of what he speaks?" "No." "He speaks of the most important of the most vital, Khorre if we could only understand it I want to understand it. Listen, Khorre, listen!
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.
Do you hear, Dan? I will get up at night and break your music." "And I will spit into your sea." "Try," says the sailor distrustfully. "How will you spit?" "This way," and Dan, exasperated, spits in the direction of the sea. The frightened Khorre, in confusion, says hoarsely: "Oh, what sort of man are you? You spat!
I am a pirate, that's true; my name is Khorre, and I should have been hanged long ago on a yard, that's true, too but I shall never allow myself such meanness as to cheat the sea. Why did you bring me to this hole, Noni?" He picks up some brushwood, and throws it into the fireplace. "I love you, Noni. I am now going to start a fire to warm your feet.
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