He seizes his revolver. The fire in the fire-place is burning
faintly; the shadows are tossing about--but two of these shadows are
darker than the others and they are walking. Khorre shouts:

"Halt!"

A man's voice, heavy and deep, answers:

"Hush! Put down your weapons. I am the abbot of this place."

"Fire, Noni, fire! They have come for you."

"I have come to help you. Put down your knife, fool, or I will
break every bone in your body without a knife. Coward, are you
frightened by a woman and a priest?"

Haggart puts down his revolver and says ironically:

"A woman and a priest! Is there anything still more terrible?
Pardon my sailor, Mr. abbot, he is drunk, and when he is drunk he is
very reckless and he may kill you. Khorre, don't turn your knife."

"He has come after you, Noni."

"I have come to warn you; the tower may fall. Go away from here!"
says the abbot.

"Why are you hiding yourself, girl? I remember your name; your name
is Mariet," says Haggart.