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Speak on, girl, let the sea wait." Mariet removes his hand and continues: "'No, I thought. 'These are not my brethren at all! I thought and laughed. And father shouted to the cowards: 'Take shafts and strike them. But they were running. Father is such a splendid man." "Father is a splendid man," Haggart affirms cheerfully. "Such a splendid man!
"You don't want me to call you Mariet?" asks Mariet sadly. The abbot and old Dan appear. The abbot says in a loud, deep voice: "Here I am. Here I am bringing you a prayer, children. I have just composed it; it has even made me feel hot. Dan, why doesn't the boy ring the bell? Oh, yes, he is ringing. The fool he isn't swinging the right rope, but that doesn't matter; that's good enough, too.
Do you know, I never liked it when you wore the clothes of our fishermen it was not becoming to you, Haggart. But I am talking nonsense, and you are getting angry, Gart. Forgive me!" "Don't kneel. Get up." "It was only for a moment. Here, I got up. You ask me what I want? This is what I want: Take me with you, Haggart! Me and little Noni, Haggart!" Haggart retreats. "You say that, Mariet?
"Look, Gart, he is crying. Father never cried. I am afraid, Gart." The abbot stops crying. Heaving a deep sigh, he says: "I don't know what they call you: Haggart or devil or something else I have come to you with a request. Do you hear, robber, with a request? Tell your crew not to gnash their teeth like that I don't like it." Haggart replies morosely: "Go home, priest! Mariet will stay with me."
No, he is worse than a thief, he is a deceiver! He should be hanged on a sailyard your Dan! Good-bye!" He goes, but after taking two steps he turns around. "I said good-bye to you. Go home. Let this fool play alone. Well, go." Mariet is silent, motionless. Haggart laughs: "Are you afraid perhaps that I have forgotten your name? I remember it. Your name is Mariet. Go, Mariet."
The fishermen laugh merrily. "This man," roars the abbot, pointing at Haggart, "is my favourite man! He has given me a grandson, and I wrote the Pope about it in Latin. But that wasn't so hard; isn't that true, Mariet? But he knows how to look at the water. He foretells a storm as if he himself caused it. Gart, do you produce the storm yourself? Where does the wind come from?
Where are you hiding yourself?" "I love to think of Philipp." "Like a blind man he gropes among the houses, forever calling: 'Mariet! Mariet! Have you not seen Mariet?" They go off laughing and repeating: "Good night, Mariet. 'Have you not seen Mariet! Mariet!" The girl is left alone. She looks at the light in the castle. She hears soft, irresolute footsteps.
But I don't want to deceive you. Although my wife Mariet calls me so, I invented that name myself. I have another name my real name of which no one has ever heard here." "I know your other name also, Haggart. I know your third name, too, which even you do not know. But it is hardly worth speaking of this. You had better look into this dark sea and tell me about your life.
"Why have you done it?" the abbot clutches the hand that struck him down. "Just so for nothing!" The abbot falls to the ground and dies. "Why have you done it?" cries Mariet. "Why have you done it?" roars Haggart. And a strange voice, coming from some unknown depths, answers with Khorre's lips: "You commanded me to do it."
The women commence to justify themselves confusedly. "But he laughs at it himself." "The abbot is fond of jesting. He says so comically: 'My adopted daughter, and then he strikes himself with his fist and shouts: 'She's my real daughter, not my adopted daughter. She's my real daughter." "I have never known my mother, but this laughter would have been unpleasant to her. I feel it," says Mariet.
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