t hurts."

"Now he makes believe he is Haggart! Listen!"

The oppressive chords resound faintly. Haggart moans softly.

"What is it, Noni? Do you feel any pain?"

"Yes. Do you understand of what he speaks?"

"No."

"He speaks of the most important--of the most vital, Khorre--if we could
only understand it--I want to understand it. Listen, Khorre, listen! Why
does he make believe that he is Haggart? It is not my soul. My soul does
not know this."

"What, Noni?"

"I don't know. What terrible dreams there are in this land! Listen.
There! Now he will cry and he will say: 'It is Haggart crying.' He will
call God and will say: 'Haggart is calling.' He lies--Haggart did not
call, Haggart does not know God."

He moans again, trying to restrain himself.

"Do you feel any pain?"

"Yes--Be silent."

Haggart exclaims in a muffled voice:

"Oh, Khorre!"

"What is it, Noni?"

"Why don't you tell him that it isn't Haggart? It is a lie!" whispers
Haggart rapidly. "He thinks that he knows, but he does not know
anything. He is a small, wretched old man with red eyes, like those of
a rabbit, and to-morrow death will mow him down. Ha! He is dealing in
diamonds, he throws them from one hand to the other like an old miser,
and he himself is dying of hunger. It is a fraud, Khorre, a fraud. Let
us shout loudly, Khorre, we are alone here."

He shouts, turning to the thundering organ:

"Eh, musician! Even a fly cannot rise on your wings, even the smallest
fly cannot rise on your wings. Eh, musician! Let me have your torn hat
and I will throw a penny into it; your lie is worth no more. What are
you prating there about God, you rabbit's eyes? Be silent, I am shamed
to listen to you. I swear, I am ashamed to listen to you! Don't you
believe me? You are still calling? Whither?"

"Strike them on the head, Noni."

"Be silent, you dog! But what a terrible land! What are they doing here
with the human heart? What terrible dreams there are in this land?"

He stops speaking. The organ sings solemnly.

"Why did you stop speaking, Noni?" asks the sailor with alarm.

"I am listening. It is good music, Khorre. Have I said anything?"

"You even shouted, Noni, and you forced me to shout with you."

"That is not true. I have been silent all the time. Do you know, I
haven't even opened my mouth once! You must have been dreaming, Khorre.
Perhaps you are thinking that you are near the church? You are simply
sleeping in your bed, sailo