human
whispered Sir John to his squire.
gpt
Certes, some event of much moment hath occurred to bring him from the field. Hearken!
human
The men of Caen are holding out stubbornly, Sire, every house being closed to our troops, and our losses from the darts of those within are exceeding great. The Welsh levies, aye, and our own men as well, are killing without mercy man, woman, and child, yet their acts do but increase the fury of the men of Caen. I pray you, Sire, that the word goes forth that every soldier shall withdraw from the city, for otherwise they threaten to destroy it with fire.
gpt
But wherefore should we hold our hand? inquired the King.
human
They of Caen set themselves in battle against our hosts, and must of necessity abide the consequences.
gpt
But the spoil, Sire, the spoil! 'Tis the richest town in all Normandy. If we can but prevail on the citizens to lay down their arms, then the sack can be resumed with more profit and less risk.
human
There's wisdom in thy words, replied Edward,