“There is no place where to hang him here. There isn’t a single tree around.”
“Let us wait till we get aboard ship! Let him die honestly on the mast.”
“I know of a tree around here, but I won’t tell you,” roars Khorre hoarsely. “Look for it yourself! 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! Did you hear me give orders to kill this man?”
“No, Captain.”
“You may go.”
He paces back and forth again, and then calls:
“Flerio! Have you ever heard the sea lying?”
“No.”