Listen, Mariet, there was once a wise king--Oh, how wise he was!--and he commanded that the sea be lashed with chains.

Oho!" "I know, Dan.

You told me about it." "Oho, with chains! But it did not occur to him to christen the sea.

Why did it not occur to him to do that, Mariet?
Ah, why did he not think of it?
We have no such kings now." "What would have happened, Dan ?" "Oho!" He whispers softly: "All the rivers and the streams have already been christened, and the cross of the Lord has touched even many stagnant swamps; only the sea remained--that nasty, salty, deep pool." "Why do you scold it?
It does not like to be scolded," Mariet reproaches him.
"Oho! Let the sea not like it--I am not afraid of it.

The sea thinks it is also an organ and music for God.