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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?"
Then he lost his mind and ran away. They all lost their minds there, Captain. Eh, Tommy, show your beard. An old woman tore half of his beard out, Captain now he is a disgrace to look upon. Eh, Tommy! He has hidden himself, he's ashamed to show his face, Captain. And there's another thing: The priest is coming here." Mariet exclaims: "Father!" Khorre, astonished, asks: "Are you here?
Haggart answers obstinately and sternly: "I don't. If my name will be Mariet, I shall never kill that man. He disturbs my life. Make me a present of his life, Mariet. He kissed you." "How can I present you that which is not mine? His life belongs to God and to himself." "That is not true. He kissed you; do I not see the burns upon your lips?
"Where will the tower fall?" "Into the sea, I suppose! The castle is splitting the rocks." Haggart laughs: "Do you hear, Khorre? This place is not as motionless as it seemed to you while it cannot move, it can fall. How many people have you brought along with you, priest, and where have you hidden them?" "Only two of us came, my father and I," says Mariet. "You are rude to a priest.
Oh, I know what it means to be a nurse; a nurse feeds you, teaches you to walk you love a nurse as your mother. Isn't that true, Gart you love a nurse as a mother? And yet 'string him up with a rope, Khorre'!" She laughs quietly. A loud, ringing laughter resounds from the side where Khorre was led away. Haggart stops, perplexed. "What is it?" "The devil is meeting his soul there," says Mariet.
A young little star glances at the earth with frightened eyes; it feels like coming out of the clouds near the castle, and because of its inmost neighbourship the heavy castle grows darker, and the light in its window seems redder and darker. "Good night, Mariet," says the girl who sat alone, and then she goes off. "Let us also go; it is getting cold," say the other two, rising.
That is the sea, waiting for me. Don't hold my soul. Let it go, Mariet." "Don't speak, Haggart! I know everything. It was not as though I came along a fiery road, it was not as though I saw blood to-day. Be silent, Haggart! I have seen something more terrible, Haggart! Oh, if you could only understand me! I have seen cowardly people who ran without defending themselves.
"Take him home, Mariet. Go home, Gart, and sleep more." Mariet comes forward, goes to the door and pauses there. "Gart! I am going to little Noni." "Go." "Are you coming along with me?" "Yes no later." "I am going to little Noni. What shall I tell him about his father when he wakes up?" Haggart is silent. Khorre comes back and stops irresolutely at the threshold.
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!"
They have brought father here." Several sailors bring in the abbot, bound. His clothes are in disorder, his face is agitated and pale. He looks at Mariet with some amazement, and lowers his eyes. Then he heaves a sigh. "Untie him!" says Mariet. Haggart corrects her restrainedly: "Only I command here, Mariet. Khorre, untie him." Khorre unfastens the knots. Silence. ABBOT Hello, Haggart.
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