My name is Mariet.

And what is your name ?" "I have many names.

Which one shall I tell you ?" "The one by which you were christened." "What makes you think that I was christened ?" "Then tell me the name by which your mother called you." "What makes you think that I had a mother?
I do not know my mother." Mariet says softly: "Neither do I know my mother." Both are silent.

They look at each other kindly.
"Is that so ?" he says.

"You, too, don't know your mother?
Well, then, call me Haggart." "Haggart ?" "Yes.