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Updated: June 28, 2025
I struggled to free myself from its clutch as I fought through the mass of vegetation, and pausing perforce to let my panting lungs gulp the air, I saw around me ever new and stranger growths orchids, giant creepers, the noni enata, a small bush with crimson pears upon it, the toa, or ironwood, which gave deadly clubs in war-time, but now spread its boughs peacefully amidst the prodigal foliage of its neighbors.
There isn't enough warmth in it even to warm your nose. I am cold. I feel cold and lonesome, Noni. I can't drink like that, although everybody knows I am a drunkard. But it is one thing to drink, and another to drown in gin that's an entirely different matter. Noni you are like a drowned man, simply like a corpse. I feel ashamed for your sake, Noni. I shall drink now and "
Another voice replies: "Don't grumble. Khorre has stronger defenders than you are." "What are you prating about, devils?" says Khorre. "Silence! Is that you, Tommy? I know you, you are always the mischief-maker " "Come on, Mariet!" says Haggart. "Give me little Noni, I want to carry him to the boat myself. Come on, Mariet." "Where, Haggart?" "Eh, Mariet! The dreams are ended.
Go away for a minute he oughtn't to hear it," he nods at Haggart. "I don't trust you." "You needn't. That's nothing. Noni, there is a little matter here. Come, come, and don't be afraid. I have no knife." The people step aside and whisper. Haggart is silently waiting to be bound, but no one comes over to him.
Your refrain is like a sail that is torn by the storm. Sing, sailor!" Khorre nods his head gloomily. "No, I will not sing." "Then I shall force you to pray as they prayed!" "You will not force me to pray, either. You are the Captain, and you may kill me, and here is your revolver. It is loaded, Noni. And now I am going to speak the truth, Captain!
Beware of this truth of man, Noni! so said my father. Perhaps this is your truth? Then I am not afraid of it, but I feel very sad and very embittered. Mariet, if you sharpened my knife and said: 'Go and kill that man' it may be that I would not have cared to kill him. 'What is the use of cutting down a withered tree? I would have said. But now farewell, Mariet!
But there is a strong smell of the sea, and that, together with the cold, brings Khorre to his senses. "Noni!" he calls hoarsely, but Haggart does not hear him. After a moment's thought, he calls once more: "Captain. Noni! Get up." But Haggart does not answer and the sailor mutters: "Noni is drunk and he sleeps. Let him sleep. Oh, what a cold night it is.
Let us go to eat the priest called you." "I don't want to go, Noni." "So? What are you going to do here on shore?" "I will think, Noni, think. I have so much to think to be able to understand at least something." Haggart turns around silently. The abbot calls from the distance: "He is not coming? Well, then, let him stay there.
There's something wrong in the air what do you think, Noni?" "Tss!" The first soft sounds of the organ resound. Some one is sitting alone in the dark and is speaking to God in an incomprehensible language about the most important things. And however faint the sounds suddenly the silence vanishes, the night trembles and stares into the dark church with all its myriads of phantom eyes.
The night was as black as this night, but you made day of it, Noni. We were rocked by a sea of fire." Haggart stands pale-faced, his eyes closed. Suddenly he shouts commandingly: "Boatswain!" "Yes," Khorre jumps up. "Whistle for everybody to go up on deck." "Yes." The boatswain's shrill whistle pierces sharply into the open body of the storm.
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