human
So, he said,
gpt
Yet will I make that death sure! St. Georges cried, springing at him.
human
Wounds do not always kill. You may recover this--from my thrust you shall never recover!
gpt
I am unarmed, the other wailed.
human
Mercy! I cannot live!
gpt
Ay, the mercy you showed me! The attempted murder of my child--the theft of her, the murder perhaps done by now--the galleys! Quick, your last prayer!