A man’s voice, heavy and deep, answers:
“Hush! Put down your weapons. I am the abbot of this place.”
“Fire, Noni, fire! They have come for you.”
“I have come to help you. Put down your knife, fool, or I will break every bone in your body without a knife. Coward, are you frightened by a woman and a priest?”
Haggart puts down his revolver and says ironically:
“A woman and a priest! Is there anything still more terrible? Pardon my sailor, Mr. abbot, he is drunk, and when he is drunk he is very reckless and he may kill you. Khorre, don’t turn your knife.”
“He has come after you, Noni.”
“I have come to warn you; the tower may fall. Go away from here!” says the abbot.
“Why are you hiding yourself, girl? I remember your name; your name is Mariet,” says Haggart.
“I am not hiding. I also remember your name—it is Haggart,” replies Mariet.