“Hush!  Put down your weapons.  I am the abbot of this place.”

“Fire, Noni, fire!  They have come for you.”

“I have come to help you.  Put down your knife, fool, or I will break every bone in your body without a knife.  Coward, are you frightened by a woman and a priest?”

Haggart puts down his revolver and says ironically: 

“A woman and a priest!  Is there anything still more terrible?  Pardon my sailor, Mr. abbot, he is drunk, and when he is drunk he is very reckless and he may kill you.  Khorre, don’t turn your knife.”

“He has come after you, Noni.”

“I have come to warn you; the tower may fall.  Go away from here!” says the abbot.

“Why are you hiding yourself, girl?  I remember your name; your name is Mariet,” says Haggart.

“I am not hiding.  I also remember your name—­it is Haggart,” replies Mariet.

“Was it you who brought him here?”

“I.”

“I have told you that they are all traitors, Noni,” says Khorre.

“Silence!”

“It is very cold here.  I will throw some wood into the fireplace.  May I do it?” asks Mariet.

“Do it,” answers Haggart.

“The tower will fall down before long,” says the abbot.  “Part of the wall has caved in already; it is all hollow underneath.  Do you hear?”

He stamps his foot on the stone floor.

“Where will the tower fall?”

“Into the sea, I suppose!  The castle is splitting the rocks.”

Haggart laughs: 

“Do you hear, Khorre?  This place is not as motionless as it seemed to you—­while it cannot move, it can fall.  How many people have you brought along with you, priest, and where have you hidden them?”

“Only two of us came, my father and I,” says Mariet.

“You are rude to a priest.  I don’t like that,” says the abbot.

“You have come here uninvited.  I don’t like that either,” says Haggart.

“Why did you lead me here, Mariet?  Come,” says the abbot.

Haggart speaks ironically: 

“And you leave us here to die?  That is unChristian, Christian.”

“Although I am a priest, I am a poor Christian, and the Lord knows it,” says the abbot angrily.  “I have no desire to save such a rude scamp.  Let us go, Mariet.”

“Captain?” asks Khorre.

“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?”