Mariet shudders and looks at the door; the abbot pauses.

"Oho, it is daybreak already, the fog is turning blue!" says one
fisherman to another, but his voice breaks off.

"Yes. Low tide has started," replies the other dully.

Silence. Then uneven footsteps resound. Several young fishermen
with excited faces bring in Haggart, who is bound, and push Khorre in
after him, also bound. Haggart is calm; as soon as the sailor was
bound, something wildly free appeared in his movements, in his
manners, in the sharpness of his swift glances.

One of the men who brought Haggart says to the abbot in a low voice:

"He was near the church. Ten times we passed by and saw no one,
until he called: 'Aren't you looking for me?' It is so foggy,
father."

The abbot shakes his head silently and sits down. Mariet smiles to
her husband with her pale lips, but he does not look at her. Like
all the others, he has fixed his eyes in amazement on the toy ship.

"Hello, Haggart," says the abbot.

"Hello, father."

"You call me father?"

"Yes, you."