don't know their accursed city laws"--cries the abbot in despair--
"but they will hang you, Haggart! You will dangle on a rope, Haggart!"

Khorre rudely pushes aside the young fisherman who comes over to him
with a rope, and says to Desfoso in a low voice:

"It's an important matter, old man. Go away for a minute--he
oughtn't to hear it," he nods at Haggart.

"I don't trust you."

"You needn't. That's nothing. Noni, there is a little matter here.
Come, come, and don't be afraid. I have no knife."

The people step aside and whisper. Haggart is silently waiting to
be bound, but no one comes over to him. All shudder when Mariet
suddenly commences to speak:

"Perhaps you think that all this is just, father? Why, then, don't
you ask me about it? I am his wife. Don't you believe that I am his
wife? Then I will bring little Noni here. Do you want me to bring
little Noni? He is sleeping, but I will wake him up. Once in his
life he may wake up at night in order to say that this man whom you
want to hang in the city is his father."

"Don't!" says Haggart.

"Very well," replies Mariet obediently. "He commands and I must
obey--he is my husband. Let little Noni sleep. But I am not
sleeping, I am here. Why, then, didn't you ask me: 'Mariet, how was