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Do you know, I haven't even opened my mouth once! You must have been dreaming, Khorre. Perhaps you are thinking that you are near the church? You are simply sleeping in your bed, sailor. It is a dream." Khorre is terrified. "Drink some gin, Noni." "I don't need it. I drank something else already." "Your hands?" "Be silent, Khorre.
That's how it sounds." "I shall curse you, Haggart. Do you know! I shall curse you, Haggart. And little Noni will curse you, Haggart Haggart!" Haggart exclaims cheerfully and harshly: "Eh, Khorre. You, Flerio, my old friend. Come here, give me your hand Oh, what a powerful hand it is! Why do you pull me by the sleeve, Khorre? You have such a funny face.
Don't you see that everything is silent and is listening, and you alone are talking? The musician may feel offended!" He laughs quietly. Brass trumpets are roaring harmoniously about the triumphant conciliation between man and God. The fog is growing thicker. A loud stamping of feet some one runs through the deserted street in agitation. "Noni!" whispers the sailor. "Who ran by?" "I hear." "Noni!
"I have told you that they are all traitors, Noni," says Khorre. "Silence!" "It is very cold here. I will throw some wood into the fireplace. May I do it?" asks Mariet. "Do it," answers Haggart. "The tower will fall down before long," says the abbot. "Part of the wall has caved in already; it is all hollow underneath. Do you hear?" He stamps his foot on the stone floor.
One has to tear his clothing, and perhaps his body as well. What did you say, Mariet? MARIET Don't you want to kiss little Noni? You shall never kiss him again. "No, I don't want to." Silence. "You will go alone." "Yes, I will go alone." "Did you ever cry, Haggart?" "No." "Who is crying now? I hear some one crying bitterly." "That is not true it is the roaring of the sea." "Oh, Haggart!
Perhaps you said to the sailor: "Sailor, go and kill Philipp," and he did it, for he loves you and respects you as his superior? Perhaps it happened that way! Tell me, Haggart. I called you my son, Haggart. HAGGART No, I did not order the sailor to do it. I killed Philipp with my own hand. Silence. KHORRE Noni! Tell them to unfasten my hands and give me back my pipe.
"Captain, is it perhaps your intention to go to the people on the coast and live with them?" "No." "I can't understand your actions, Noni. What do you intend to do, Captain?" Haggart drinks silently. "Not all at once, Noni, not at once. Captain, do you intend to stay in this hole and wait until the police dogs come from the city?
"The rope broke, Noni," mutters Khorre hoarsely, modestly, yet with dignity. "There are the ends! Eh, you there, keep quiet! There is nothing to laugh at they started to hang me, and the rope broke, Noni." Haggart looks at his old, drunken, frightened, and happy face, and he laughs like a madman. And the sailors respond with roaring laughter.
Let me have your torn hat and I will throw a penny into it; your lie is worth no more. What are you prating there about God, you rabbit's eyes? Be silent, I am shamed to listen to you. I swear, I am ashamed to listen to you! Don't you believe me? You are still calling? Whither?" "Strike them on the head, Noni." "Be silent, you dog! But what a terrible land!
Haggart awakens, stretches himself and says, without opening his eyes: "Fire." "Here it is." "Something to drink." "Here it is! A fine wind, Noni. I looked out of the window, and the sea splashed into my eyes. It is high tide now and the water-dust flies up to the tower. I feel lonesome, Noni. I want to speak to you. Don't be angry!" "It's cold." "Soon the fire will burn better.
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