“Why have you done it?” cries Mariet.
“Why have you done it?” roars Haggart.
And a strange voice, coming from some unknown depths, answers with Khorre’s lips:
“You commanded me to do it.”
Haggart looks around and sees the stern, dark faces, the quivering glitter of the metal, the motionless body; he hears the mysterious, merry dashing of the waves. And he clasps his head in a fit of terror.
“Who commanded? It was the roaring of the sea. I did not want to kill him—no, no!”
Sombre voices answer:
“You commanded. We heard it. You commanded.”
Haggart listens, his head thrown back. 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!”