"Noni!" exclaims the sailor enthusiastically. "Noni! Now I hear
real words! Let us go away from here. I cannot live like this. I
am drowning in gin. I don't understand your actions at all, Noni!
You have lost your mind. Reveal yourself to me, my boy. I was your
nurse. I nursed you, Noni, when your father brought you on board
ship. I remember how the city was burning then and we were putting
out to sea, and I didn't know what to do with you; you whined like a
little pig in the cook's room. I even wanted to throw you overboard--
you annoyed me so much. Ah, Noni, it is all so touching that I can't
bear to recall it. I must have a drink. Take a drink, too, my boy,
but not all at once, not all at once!"

They drink. Haggart paces the room heavily and slowly, like a man
who is imprisoned in a dungeon but does not want to escape.

"I feel sad," he says, without looking at Khorre. Khorre, as though
understanding, shakes his head in assent.

"Sad? I understand. Since then?"

"Ever since then."

"Ever since we drowned those people? They cried so loudly."

"I did not hear their cry. But this I heard--something snapped in
my heart, Khorre. Always sadness, everywhere sadness! Let me drink!"

He drinks.

"He who cried--am I perhaps afraid of him, Khorre? That would be