“Don’t laugh, Haggart,” says Mariet.
Haggart replies angrily:
“I don’t like the tongues of false priests, Mariet—they are coated with truth on top, like a lure for flies. Take him away, and you, girl, go away, too! I have forgotten your name!”
He sits down and stares ahead sternly. His eyebrows move close together, and his hand is pressed down heavily by his lowered head, by his strong chin.
“He does not know you, father! Tell him about yourself. You speak so well. If you wish it, he will believe you, father. Haggart!”
Haggart maintains silence.
“Noni! Captain!”
Silence. Khorre whispers mysteriously:
“He feels sad. Girl, tell the priest that he feels sad.”
“Khorre,” begins Mariet. Haggart looks around quickly.