Perhaps that is as it should be--to kill and then bring the murdered man to his mother's threshold.

What are you gaping at, you scarecrow ?" Khorre replies rudely: "According to my opinion, he should have thrown him into the sea.

Your Haggart is out of his mind; I have said it long ago." Suddenly old Desfoso shouts amid the loud approval of the others: "Hold your tongue! We will send him to the city, but we will hang you like a cat ourselves, even if you did not kill him." "Silence, old man, silence!" the abbot stops him, while Khorre looks over their heads with silent contempt.

"Haggart, I am asking you, why did you take Philipp's life?
He needed his life just as you need yours." "He was Mariet's betrothed--and--" "Well ?" "And--I don't want to speak.

Why didn't you ask me before, when he was alive?
Now I have killed him." "But"-- says the abbot, and there is a note of entreaty in his heavy voice.