Only one motion of your hand, Gart!" "Let go.

Give me my knife." "Gart, I bless you! One motion of your hand, Gart!" Haggart tears himself away, pushing the woman aside: "No! Don't you know that it is just as hard to make one motion of the hand as it is for the sun to come down from the sky?
Good-bye, Mariet!" "You are going away ?" "Yes, I am going away.

I am going away, Mariet.

That's how it sounds." "I shall curse you, Haggart.

Do you know! I shall curse you, Haggart.
And little Noni will curse you, Haggart--Haggart!" Haggart exclaims cheerfully and harshly: "Eh, Khorre.