"Your sailor will not kill me? You are silent. I have a betrothed.
His name is Philipp, but I don't love him. You are now like that
rock which lies on the road leading to the castle."

Haggart turns around silently and starts.

"I also remember your name. Your name is Haggart."

He goes away.

"Haggart!" calls Mariet, but he has already disappeared behind the
house. Only the creaking of the scattered cobblestones is heard,
dying away in the misty air. Dan, who has taken a rest, is playing
again; he is telling God about those who have perished at sea.

The night is growing darker. Neither the rock nor the castle is
visible now; only the light in the window is redder and brighter.

The dull thuds of the tireless breakers are telling the story of
different lives.



CHAPTER II


A strong wind is tossing the fragment of a sail which is hanging
over the large, open window. The sail is too small to cover the
entire window, and, through the gaping hole, the dark night is