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Updated: June 8, 2025
The abbot shakes his head silently and sits down. Mariet smiles to her husband with her pale lips, but he does not look at her. Like all the others, he has fixed his eyes in amazement on the toy ship. "Hello, Haggart," says the abbot. "Hello, father." "You call me father?" "Yes, you." "You are mistaken, Haggart. I am not your father." The fishermen exchanged glances contentedly. "Well, then.
Haggart says sternly: "Step aside, Flerio, and you all step aside with him." They all step aside. "What is it that you have recalled, Mariet? Speak! I am going away forever from your mournful land, where one dreams such painful dreams, where even the rocks dream of sorrow. And I have forgotten everything."
"He does not bend down, nor does he hide his head when a strong wind blows." "Of course not. Of course not. He does not hide his head." "Is it true that he is handsome? Who has seen him at close range?" "I," says Mariet. "No, no, don't speak of him; I shall not be able to sleep all night. Since they settled on that hill, in that accursed castle, I know no rest; I am dying of fear.
On his broad shoulders is set a round, strong head, with short hair; his dark profile is stern and commandingly haughty, and, although the man is dressed in a partly military uniform, he does not subject his body to the discipline of his clothes, but masters it as a free man. The folds of his clothes fall submissively. Mariet greets him: "Good evening."
Are there only ten Commandments of God? No, there is still another: 'I love you, Haggart." "What sad dreams there are in your land." The abbot rises and walks over to the fishermen. "Well, what did you say about the church, old man? You said something interesting about the church, or was I mistaken?" He casts a swift glance at Mariet and Haggart. "It isn't the church alone, abbot.
Mariet cries angrily, placing herself between them: "May a thunder strike you down, both of you, that's what I am praying to God. May a thunder strike you down! What are you doing with my heart? You are tearing it with your teeth like greedy dogs. You didn't drink enough blood, Gart, drink mine, then! You will never have enough, Gart, isn't that true?" "Now, now," says the abbot, calming them.
She steals from me this murder; she does not know that one has to earn that, too! Oh, there are queer people in your land! "I wanted to deceive them, not you, Gart. I wanted to save you," says Mariet. Haggart replies: "My father taught me: 'Eh, Noni, beware! There is one truth and one law for all for the sun, for the wind, for the waves, for the beasts and only for man there is another truth.
He suddenly laughs again and continues: "Yes, he told me something. Was it your father who cursed the Pope and declared his own church independent?" "Yes." "And he makes his own prayers? And goes to sea with the fishermen? And punishes with his own hands those who disobey him?" "Yes. I am his daughter. My name is Mariet. And what is your name?" "I have many names. Which one shall I tell you?"
The reflected lights are dancing more merrily upon the waves as if they are also laughing with the people. "Just look at him, Mariet, what a face he has," Haggart is almost choking with laughter. "Are you happy? Speak are you happy? Look, Mariet, what a happy face he has! The rope broke that's very strong it is stronger even than what I said: 'String him up with a rope. Who said it?
Why have you made a heart that can have pity on both the murdered and the murderer! Gart, go home. Take him home, Mariet, and wash his hands!" "To whom do you lie, priest?" asks Haggart, slowly. "To God or to the devil? To yourself or to the people? Or to everybody?" He laughs bitterly. "Eh, Gart! You are drunk with blood." "And with what are you drunk?" They face each other.
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