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Updated: June 28, 2025
He is not quite sure yet whether he is awake, or whether it is all a dream. With each strong gust of wind the flame is hurled from the fireplace, and then the entire tower seems to dance the last shadows melt and rush off into the open door. "Don't drink it all at once, Noni! Not all at once!" says the sailor and gently takes the bottle away from him.
'Fire. And I will answer, 'Here it is. Then you will say, 'Something to drink. And I will answer, 'Here it is. And then you will drink your fill again, and I will drink with you, and you will prate nonsense. How long is this going to last? We have lived this way two months now, or perhaps two years, or twenty years I am drowning in gin I don't understand your conduct at all, Noni." He drinks.
An agitated voice whispers: "Listen! He always begins that way. He gets a hold of your soul at once! Where does he get the power? He gets a hold of your heart!" "I don't like it." "Listen! Now he makes believe he is Haggart, Khorre! Little Haggart in his mother's lap. Look, all hands are filled with golden rays; little Haggart is playing with golden rays. Look!" "I don't see it, Noni.
"They have good gin on this coast," says Khorre. "He'll pass easily, Noni. If you have cursed him there will be no delay; he'll slip into hell like an oyster." Haggart shakes his head: "No, Khorre, no! I am sad. Ah, sailor, why have I stopped here, where I hear the sea?
He rises, and staggering, finds an unopened bottle and drinks. "A fine wind. They call this a storm do you hear, Noni? They call this a storm. What will they call a real storm?" He drinks again. "A fine wind!" He goes over to the window and, pushing aside the corner of the sail, looks out. "Not a single light on the sea, or in the village.
Suddenly he bursts into loud laughter: "Oh, devils, devils! Do you think that I have two ears in order that you may lie in each one? Go down on your knees, rascal!" He hurls Khorre to the ground. "String him up with a rope! I would have crushed your venomous head myself but let them do it. Oh, devils, devils! String him up with a rope." Khorre whines harshly: "Me, Captain! I was your nurse, Noni."
What are they doing here with the human heart? What terrible dreams there are in this land?" He stops speaking. The organ sings solemnly. "Why did you stop speaking, Noni?" asks the sailor with alarm. "I am listening. It is good music, Khorre. Have I said anything?" "You even shouted, Noni, and you forced me to shout with you." "That is not true. I have been silent all the time.
Well, you have astonished me, Noni. How you shouted, 'String him up with a rope! Exactly like your father he almost hanged me, too. Good-bye, Noni, now I understand your actions. Eh, gin! and then on the rope!" Khorre goes off. No one dares approach Haggart; still enraged, he paces back and forth with long strides. He pauses, glances at the body and paces again. Then he calls: "Flerio!
You think, for me? No. For you? no, no, not for you, Mariet! For little Noni, for him for little Noni who is boarding the ship to-night. Let him wake up from this thunder. How our little Noni will be surprised! And now be quiet, quiet don't disturb his sleep don't spoil little Noni's awakening." The sound of voices is heard a crowd is approaching. "Where is the captain?" "Here.
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.
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