"I think that you simply drank too much, like that time--remember,
in the castle? And your hand is quivering. But then the game was
different--"

"Tss!"

Khorre lowers his voice:

"But your hand is really in blood. Oh, you are breaking my fingers!"

Haggart threatens:

"If you don't keep still, dog, I'll break every bone of your body!
I'll pull every vein out of your body, if you don't keep still, you
dog!"

Silence. The distant breakers are softly groaning, as if complaining--
the sea has gone far away from the black earth. And the night is silent.
It came no one knows whence and spread over the earth; it spread over the
earth and is silent; it is silent, waiting for something. And ferocious
mists have swung themselves to meet it--the sea breathed phantoms, driving
to the earth a herd of headless submissive giants. A heavy fog is coming.

"Why doesn't he light a lamp?" asks Khorre sternly but submissively.

"He needs no light."

"Perhaps there is no one there any longer."