human
Dear Martin, what of my father?
gpt
Why, first, said I, avoiding her eyes,
human
Yes! said she faintly,
gpt
He died nobly like the brave gentleman he was. I buried him in the wilderness, where flowers bloomed, three days march back.
human
In the wilderness? says she a little breathlessly.
gpt
But he was in prison!
human
Aye, 'twas there I found him. But we escaped by the unselfish bravery and kindness of Don Federigo. So together we set out to find you.
gpt
Together, Martin?
human
Yes, and he very cheery, despite his sufferings.
gpt
Sufferings, Martin?
human
He--he halted somewhat in his walk--
gpt
Nay, he was strong, as I remember--ah, you mean they--had tortured him--
human
Aye, said I, dreading to see her grief.
gpt
Yet despite their devilish cruelties, he rose triumphant above agony of body, thereby winning to a great and noble manhood, wherefore I loved and honoured him beyond all men--
human
He was--your enemy--
gpt
He was my friend, that comforted me when I was greatly afraid; he was my companion amid the perils of our cruel journey, calm and undismayed, uncomplaining, brave, and unselfish to his last breath, so needs must I cherish his memory.
human
Martin!