When Harstard gets up, he takes his horrible weapon and strides towards the young acolyte. He stands in front of him like an angry thundercloud for some moments, his hand caressing the reddish blade, then suddenly smiles, picks up the young man as if he was a doll and says: "Har har, good work, lass, good work, whatever in the name of Korr you have done. Let's go and get some beer, it will relax your nerves. My nerves as well." - and drags him out of sight before any of the higher tight-assed people can react.