ons, Noni--"

Haggart, restraining his rage, exclaims:

"I shall have you put in irons! Silence!"

With ever-growing rage:

"You dare talk back to me, riff-raff! You--"

Mariet cautions him:

"Gart! They have brought father here."

Several sailors bring in the abbot, bound. His clothes are in disorder,
his face is agitated and pale. He looks at Mariet with some amazement,
and lowers his eyes. Then he heaves a sigh.

"Untie him!" says Mariet. Haggart corrects her restrainedly:

"Only I command here, Mariet. Khorre, untie him."

Khorre unfastens the knots. Silence.

ABBOT--Hello, Haggart.

"Hello, abbot."

"You have arranged a fine night, Haggart!"

Haggart speaks with restraint:

"It is unpleasant for me to see you. Why did you come here? Go home,
priest, no one will touch you. Keep on fishing--and what else were you
doing? Oh, yes--make your own prayers. We are going out to the ocean;
your daughter, you know, is also going with me. Do you see the ship?
That is mine. It's a pity that you don't know about ships--you would
have laughed for joy at the sight of such a beautiful ship! Why is he
silent, Mariet? You had better tell him."

ABBOT--Prayers? In what language? Have you, perhaps, discovered a new
language in which prayers reach God? Oh, Haggart, Haggart!

He weeps, covering his face with his hands. Haggart, alarmed, asks:

"You are crying, abbot?"

"Look, Gart, he is crying. Father never cried. I am afraid, Gart."

The abbot stops crying. Heaving a deep sigh, he says:

"I don't know what they call you: Haggart or devil or something else--I
have come to you with a request. Do you hear, robber, with a request?
Tell your crew not to gnash their teeth like that--I don't like it."

Haggart replies morosely:

"Go home, priest! Mariet will stay with me."

"Let her stay with you. I don't need her, and if you need her, take her.
Take her, Haggart. But--"

He kneels before him. A murmur of astonishment. Mariet, frightened,
advances a step to her father.

"Father! You are kneeling?"

ABBOT--Robber! Give us back the money. You will rob more for yourself,
but give this money to us. You are young yet, you will rob some more
yet--

HAGGART--You are insane! There's a man--he will drive the devil himself
to despair! Listen, priest, I am shouting to you: You have simply lost
your mind!

The abbot, still kneeling, continues:

"Perhaps, I have--by God, I don't know. Robber, dearest, what is this t