“I will remain here.”
Haggart retreats several steps.
“Good-bye, sir.”
“Good-bye, Haggart.”
Again the cobblestones rattle under his cautious steps; without looking back, Haggart climbs the steep rocks.
Of what great sorrow speaks this night?
CHAPTER V
“Your hands are in blood, Haggart. Whom have you killed, Haggart?”
“Silence, Khorre, I killed that man. Be silent and listen—he will commence to play soon. I stood here and listened, but suddenly my heart sank, and I cannot stay here alone.”