human
Be merciful, sweet lord, be merciful; spare my flock. For pity's sake, do not destroy the widow's sheep, and our dear little lambs.
gpt
Have pity, for your soul's sake, cries the white horseman.
human
Do not scorn her prayers nor her tears; they will rise to God, and cry out for vengeance against you there.
gpt
Ride down lambs and sheep, replies the black rider.
human
What are they--that they should spoil a young lord's sport? For such a trifle must we let our prey escape us?
gpt
You are right,