Tell me, my boy, is it necessary to hide the body ?" "Yes, yes." "Why didn't you throw it into the sea ?" "Silence! What are you prating about?
I have nothing to throw into the sea." "But your hands are in blood." "Silence, Khorre! He will commence soon.

Be silent and listen--I say to you--Are you a friend to me or not, Khorre ?" He drags him closer to the dark window of the church.

Khorre mutters: "How dark it is.

If you raised me out of bed for this accursed music--" "Yes, yes; for this accursed music." "Then you have disturbed my honest sleep in vain; I want no music, Noni." "So! Was I perhaps to run through the street, knock at the windows and shout: 'Eh, who is there; where's a living soul?
Come and help Haggart, stand up with him against the cannons.'" "You are confusing things, Noni.

Drink some gin, my boy.