“Be silent, Khorre,” says Haggart. “So that’s the way you speak, abbot; so you are not a liar?”
“Come with me and you shall see.”
“Where shall I go with you?”
“To my house.”
“To your house? Do you hear, Khorre? To the priest! But do you know whom you are calling to your house?”
“No, I don’t know. But I see that you are young and strong. I see that although your face is gloomy, it is handsome, and I think that you could be as good a workman as others.”
“A workman? Khorre, do you hear what the priest says?”
Both laugh. The abbot says angrily:
“You are both drunk.”
“Yes, a little! But if I were sober I would have laughed still more,” answers Haggart.