conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Dragonbone Chair'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Dragonbone Chair
  As they fanned out through the forest, Jeremias hung back, waiting until the sound of Morgenes' crunching footsteps had diminished into the crackly brown undergrowth.
  It was hard work; when they stopped to drink water and rest in the shade some hour and a half later, all three of the boys were covered in fine red dust up to their elbows and knees. Each carried a small bundle of goods wrapped in his kerchief: Simon's the largest, Isaak's and Jeremias' of more modest size. They found a large spruce which they shared as a backrest, dusty legs fanning out around it like the spokes on a wheel. Simon tossed a stone across the clearing; it thumped into a pile of broken branches, setting dead leaves a-tremble.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Dragonbone Chair
  As they fanned out through the forest, Jeremias hung back, waiting until the sound of Morgenes' crunching footsteps had diminished into the crackly brown undergrowth.
  It was hard work; when they stopped to drink water and rest in the shade some hour and a half later, all three of the boys were covered in fine red dust up to their elbows and knees. Each carried a small bundle of goods wrapped in his kerchief: Simon's the largest, Isaak's and Jeremias' of more modest size. They found a large spruce which they shared as a backrest, dusty legs fanning out around it like the spokes on a wheel.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gwythinn stared for a long moment. "I know," he said at last, "you would have me be like Eolair, and bow and scrape to the dogs of Erkynland. I know you think Eolair is the sun and moon—regarding not what he thinks of you, king's daughter though you be—but I am not such a man. We are Hernystiri! We crawl for no one!"
  Maegwin glared, stung by the jab over her feelings for the Count of Nad Mullach—about whom Gwythinn was exactly right: the attention he showed her was only that due to a king's gawky, unmarried daughter. But the tears she dreaded did not come; instead, as she looked at Gwythinn, his handsome face twisted by frustration, by pride, and not least by genuine love of his people and land, she saw again the little brother she had once carried on her shoulder—and whom she herself had, from time to time, teased into tears.
  Her brother lowered his gaze to his boot tops, embarrassed, then extended his hand. "Friends and allies," he said. "Come, let us go in and see Father before the Earl of Utanyeat comes slinking in to bid fond farewells."
  The windows of the Taig's great hall were thrown open; the sunlight streaming through was full of sparkling dust from the rushes spread across the floor. The thick wall timbers, hewed from the oak trees of the Circoille, were fitted so carefully that not a gleam of light showed between them. Up among the roofbeams hung a thousand painted carvings of the gods of the Hernystiri, of heroes and monsters, all twisting slowly in the rafters as reflected light shone warmly on their polished wooden features.
  At the hall's far end, sun splashing in on either side, King Lluth ubh-Llythinn sat in his huge oaken chair, beneath the carved stag's head that strained upward from the chair's back, antlers of real horn fixed to its wooden skull. The king was eating a bowl of porridge and honey with a bone spoon while Inahwen, his young wife, sat on a lower chair at his side, putting a tracery of delicate stitching onto the hem of one of Lluth's robes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'The Nabbanai language holds basically to the rules of a romance language, i'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Nabbanai language holds basically to the rules of a romance language, i.e., the vowels are pronounced "ah-eh-ih-oh-ooh," the consonants are all sounded, etc. There are some exceptions.
  When this syllable has an i, it is sounded long (Ardrivis: Ar-DRY-vis) unless it comes before a double consonant (Antippa: An-TIHP-pa)
  Even more than the language of Yiqanuc, the language of the Zida'ya is virtually unpronounceable by untrained tongues, and so is easiest rendered phonetically, since the chance of any of us being judged by experts is slight (but not nonexistent, as Binabik learned). These rules may be applied, however.
  Binbiniqegabenik ea sikka! Uc Sikkam mo-hinaq da Yijarjuk!—"I am (Binabik)! We are going to Urmsheim!"
  Mikmok hanno so gijiq—(idiom) "If you want to carry a hungry weasel in your pocket, it's your business."