The abbot jumps from his place and roars furiously: "Then let him sit on your neck! Eh, Pierre, Jules, tie him down as fast as you can until morning.

And the other one, too.

And in the morning--in the morning, take him away to the city, to the Judges.

I don't know their accursed city laws"-- cries the abbot in despair--"but they will hang you, Haggart! You will dangle on a rope, Haggart!" Khorre rudely pushes aside the young fisherman who comes over to him with a rope, and says to Desfoso in a low voice: "It's an important matter, old man.

Go away for a minute--he oughtn't to hear it," he nods at Haggart.
"I don't trust you." "You needn't.