"Not a single light. It is dark and deserted. Those who had to die
have died already, and the cautious cowards are sitting on the solid
earth."

Haggart turns around and says, wiping his face:

"When I am intoxicated, I hear voices and singing. Does that happen
to you, too, Khorre? Who is that singing now?"

"The wind is singing, Noni--only the wind."

"No, but who else? It seems to me a human being is singing, a woman
is singing, and others are laughing and shouting something. Is that
all nothing but the wind?"

"Only the wind."

"Why does the wind deceive me?" says Haggart haughtily.

"It feels lonesome, Noni, just as I do, and it laughs at the human
beings. Have you heard the wind lying like this and mocking in the
open sea? There it tells the truth, but here--it frightens the
people on shore and mocks them. The wind does not like cowards. You
know it."

Haggart says morosely:

"I heard their organist playing not long ago in church. He lies."

"They are all liars."