Khorre replies rudely:

"According to my opinion, he should have thrown him into the sea.
Your Haggart is out of his mind; I have said it long ago."

Suddenly old Desfoso shouts amid the loud approval of the others:

"Hold your tongue! We will send him to the city, but we will hang
you like a cat ourselves, even if you did not kill him."

"Silence, old man, silence!" the abbot stops him, while Khorre looks
over their heads with silent contempt. "Haggart, I am asking you,
why did you take Philipp's life? He needed his life just as you need
yours."

"He was Mariet's betrothed--and--"

"Well?"

"And--I don't want to speak. Why didn't you ask me before, when he
was alive? Now I have killed him."

"But"--says the abbot, and there is a note of entreaty in his heavy
voice. "But it may be that you are already repenting, Haggart? You
are a splendid man, Gart. I know you; when you are sober you cannot
hurt even a fly. Perhaps you were intoxicated--that happens with
young people--and Philipp may have said something to you, and you--"

"No."