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All look at her in silence. Haggart also looks at her bent, alarmed head. "Thank you," he says, straightening his hands. "It would be a good thing to untie my hands, too," said Khorre, but there is no answer. ABBOT Haggart, did you kill Philipp? ABBOT Do you mean to say eh, you, Haggart that you yourself killed him with your own hands?
Only the two old men, seated in a friendly manner on two neighbouring rocks, remain on the deserted shore. And the old men resemble each other so closely, and whatever they may say to each other, the whiteness of their hair, the deep lines of their wrinkles, make them kin. The tide is coming. "They have all gone away," mutters Khorre. "Thus will they cook hot soup on the wrecks of our ship, too.
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.
Khorre, the boatswain, speaks to you in the name of the entire crew." Haggart says: "Drop this performance, Khorre. There is no crew here. You'd better drink something." He drinks. "But the crew is waiting for you, you know it. Captain, is it your intention to return to the ship and assume command again?" "No."
And you don't like it?" asks Khorre, rejoicing maliciously. "Well, don't you like it? I don't like your music. Do you hear, Dan? I hate your music!" "Oho! And why do you come to hear it? I know that you and Gart stood by the wall and listened." Khorre says sternly: "It was he who got me out of bed." "He will get you out of bed again." "No!" roars Khorre furiously. "I will get up myself at night.
No losses, Captain. And how we laughed, Noni. HAGGART You got drunk rather early. Come to the point. KHORRE Very well. The thing is done, Captain. We've picked up all our money not worse than the imperial tax collectors. I could not tell which was ours, so I picked up all the money. But if they have buried some of the gold, forgive us, Captain we are not peasants to plough the ground. Laughter.
Oh, I know what it means to be a nurse; a nurse feeds you, teaches you to walk you love a nurse as your mother. Isn't that true, Gart you love a nurse as a mother? And yet 'string him up with a rope, Khorre'!" She laughs quietly. A loud, ringing laughter resounds from the side where Khorre was led away. Haggart stops, perplexed. "What is it?" "The devil is meeting his soul there," says Mariet.
Don't you know, Khorre? You are out of your wits, and you don't know anything well, never mind, you needn't know. Eh, give him gin! I am glad, very glad that you are not altogether through with your gin. Drink, Khorre!" Voices shout: "Gin!" "Eh, the boatswain wants a drink! Gin!" Khorre drinks it with dignity, amid laughter and shouts of approval.
This man," roars the abbot, pointing at Khorre, "thinks that he is an atheist. But he is simply a fool; he does not understand that he is also praying to God but he is doing it the wrong way, like a crab. Even a fish prays to God, my children; I have seen it myself. When you will be in hell, old man, give my regards to the Pope. Well, children, come closer, and don't gnash your teeth.
"Where will the tower fall?" "Into the sea, I suppose! The castle is splitting the rocks." Haggart laughs: "Do you hear, Khorre? This place is not as motionless as it seemed to you while it cannot move, it can fall. How many people have you brought along with you, priest, and where have you hidden them?" "Only two of us came, my father and I," says Mariet. "You are rude to a priest.
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