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."