“Don’t confuse my mind, Noni; don’t tempt me. I will run away from here. At night, when I am already fast asleep, you swoop down on me like a demon, grab me by the neck, and drag me over here—I can’t understand anything. Tell me, my boy, is it necessary to hide the body?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Why didn’t you throw it into the sea?”
“Silence! What are you prating about? I have nothing to throw into the sea.”
“But your hands are in blood.”
“Silence, Khorre! He will commence soon. Be silent and listen—I say to you—Are you a friend to me or not, Khorre?”
He drags him closer to the dark window of the church. Khorre mutters:
“How dark it is. If you raised me out of bed for this accursed music—”
“Yes, yes; for this accursed music.”
“Then you have disturbed my honest sleep in vain; I want no music, Noni.”