'To be sure, he's lying across the door,' he answered under his breath.
'… as it is in Heaven…'
'… is in Heaven…' 'But we can't leave him there; people might say we took him there to get rid of him—we can't have that…'
'What do you want me to do with him?'
'How do I know? You must do something.'
'Perhaps we can get him across here?' suggested Antek.
'Look at that now…let him rot! Bring him in here? Not if…'
'Idiot, he will have to be buried.'
'Are we to pay for his funeral?…but deliver us from evil…what are you blinking your silly eyes for?…go on praying.'
'… deliver…us…from…evil…'