I see that although your face is gloomy, it is handsome, and I think that you could be as good a workman as others." "A workman?
Khorre, do you hear what the priest says ?" Both laugh.

The abbot says angrily: "You are both drunk." "Yes, a little! But if I were sober I would have laughed still more," answers Haggart.
"Don't laugh, Haggart," says Mariet.
Haggart replies angrily: "I don't like the tongues of false priests, Mariet--they are coated with truth on top, like a lure for flies.

Take him away, and you, girl, go away, too! I have forgotten your name!" He sits down and stares ahead sternly.

His eyebrows move close together, and his hand is pressed down heavily by his lowered head, by his strong chin.
"He does not know you, father! Tell him about yourself.

You speak so well.