“Was it you who brought him here?”
“I.”
“I have told you that they are all traitors, Noni,” says Khorre.
“Silence!”
“It is very cold here. I will throw some wood into the fireplace. May I do it?” asks Mariet.
“Do it,” answers Haggart.
“The tower will fall down before long,” says the abbot. “Part of the wall has caved in already; it is all hollow underneath. Do you hear?”
He stamps his foot on the stone floor.
“Where will the tower fall?”
“Into the sea, I suppose! The castle is splitting the rocks.”