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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Haggart?" "Yes. Do you like the name? I have invented it myself Haggart. It's a pity that you have been named already. I would have invented a fine name for you." Suddenly he frowned. "Tell me, Mariet, why is your land so mournful? I walk along your paths and only the cobblestones creak under my feet. And on both sides are huge rocks." "That is on the road to the castle none of us ever go there.
Turning their heads in that direction, the women look on with frightened eyes. "Do you see," says one of them. "It is even worse than a light on a cemetery. Who needs a light among the tombstones?" "It is getting cold toward night and the sailor must have thrown some branches into the fireplace, that's all. At least, I think so," says Mariet.
"You know his name?" "Khorre told me it. I don't like his music, no, no. Bring me a good, honest dog, or beast, and he will howl. You will say that he knows no music he does, but he can't bear falsehood. Here is music. Listen!" He takes Mariet by the hand and turns her roughly, her face toward the ocean. "Do you hear? This is music. Your Dan has robbed the sea and the wind.
"The one by which you were christened." "What makes you think that I was christened?" "Then tell me the name by which your mother called you." "What makes you think that I had a mother? I do not know my mother." Mariet says softly: "Neither do I know my mother." Both are silent. They look at each other kindly. "Is that so?" he says. "You, too, don't know your mother? Well, then, call me Haggart."
Halt, the captain is here!" "It's all done. They can be crammed into a basket like herrings." "Our boatswain is a brave fellow! A jolly man." Khorre, intoxicated and jolly, shouts: "Not so loud, devils! Don't you see that the captain is here? They scream like seagulls over a dead dolphin." Mariet steps aside a little distance, where little Noni is sleeping. KHORRE Here we are, Captain.
My knife is dull, Mariet!" Mariet looks at him with horror and sorrow. "What did you say, Haggart? Wake up; it is a terrible dream, Haggart! It is I look at me. Open your eyes wider, wider, until you see me well. Do you see me, Gart?" Haggart slowly rubs his brow. "I don't know. It is true I love you, Mariet.
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.
Her cheek pressed against the cold stone of the wall, Mariet is listening, all alone. She is growing reconciled to something; she is grieving ever more quietly. Suddenly, firm footsteps are heard on the road; the cobblestones are creaking under the vigorous steps and a man appears from behind the church.
He whispers softly: "All the rivers and the streams have already been christened, and the cross of the Lord has touched even many stagnant swamps; only the sea remained that nasty, salty, deep pool." "Why do you scold it? It does not like to be scolded," Mariet reproaches him. "Oho! Let the sea not like it I am not afraid of it. The sea thinks it is also an organ and music for God.
Only one motion of your hand, Gart!" "Let go. Give me my knife." "Gart, I bless you! One motion of your hand, Gart!" Haggart tears himself away, pushing the woman aside: "No! Don't you know that it is just as hard to make one motion of the hand as it is for the sun to come down from the sky? Good-bye, Mariet!" "You are going away?" "Yes, I am going away. I am going away, Mariet.
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