Do you like the name?
I have invented it myself--Haggart.

It's a pity that you have been named already.

I would have invented a fine name for you." Suddenly he frowned.
"Tell me, Mariet, why is your land so mournful?
I walk along your paths and only the cobblestones creak under my feet.

And on both sides are huge rocks." "That is on the road to the castle--none of us ever go there.

Is it true that these stones stop the passersby with the question: 'Where are you going ?'" "No, they are mute.