ly, one must live merrily! I think that it is jolly even in hell,
but in a different way. It is two years since you have stopped growing,
Philipp. That isn't good."

Philipp answers gruffly:

"Grass also stops growing if a stone falls upon it."

"What is still worse than that--worms begin to breed under the rock."

Mariet says softly, sadly and entreatingly:

"Don't you want me to call you Mariet?"

Haggart answers obstinately and sternly:

"I don't. If my name will be Mariet, I shall never kill that man. He
disturbs my life. Make me a present of his life, Mariet. He kissed you."

"How can I present you that which is not mine? His life belongs to God
and to himself."

"That is not true. He kissed you; do I not see the burns upon your lips?
Let me kill him, and you will feel as joyful and care-free as a seagull.
Say 'yes,' Mariet."

"No; you shouldn't do it, Gart. It will be painful to you."

Haggart looks at her and speaks with deep irony.

"Is that it? Well, then, it is not true that you give me anything. You
don't know how to give, woman."

"I am your wife."

"No! A man has no wife when another man, and not his wife, grinds his
knife. My knife is dull, Mariet!"

Mariet looks at him with horror and sorrow.

"What did you say, Haggart? Wake up; it is a terrible dream, Haggart! It
is I--look at me. Open your eyes wider, wider, until you see me well. Do
you see me, Gart?"

Haggart slowly rubs his brow.

"I don't know. It is true I love you, Mariet. But how incomprehensible
your land is--in your land a man sees dreams even when he is not asleep.
Perhaps I am smiling already. Look, Mariet."

The abbot stops in front of Khorre.

"Ah, old friend, how do you do? You are smiling already. Look, Mariet."

"I don't want to work," ejaculates the sailor sternly.

"You want your own way? This man," roars the abbot, pointing at Khorre,
"thinks that he is an atheist. But he is simply a fool; he does not
understand that he is also praying to God--but he is doing it the wrong
way, like a crab. Even a fish prays to God, my children; I have seen it
myself. When you will be in hell, old man, give my regards to the Pope.
Well, children, come closer, and don't gnash your teeth. I am going to
start at once. Eh, you, Mathias--you needn't put out the fire in your
pipe; isn't it the same to God what smoke it is, incense or tobacco, if
it is only well meant. Why do you shake your head, woman?"

WOMAN--His tobacco is co