human
So there's an end o' Tressady and Mings and their fellows, comrade! said Resolution, staring away into distant haze where showed the topsails of the _Vengeance_ already hull down.
gpt
And God's will be done, says I, though here be we as must go solitary awhile and Joanna sick to death, comrade.
human
Resolution, said I, staring up at his grim figure,
gpt
Aye, she did, brother. What other way was there? She hath wit womanish and nimble--
human
She smote him in the shadows--
gpt
Most true, friend! She hath a man's will and determination!
human
He had no chance--
gpt
Never a whit, Martin! She is swift as God's lightning and as infallible. Roger Tressady was an evil man and the evil within him she used to destroy him and all very right and proper! And now she lieth sick in the cave yonder and calls for you, brother.
human
Alas, Martino, I cannot sleep, said she.
gpt
I am haunted by the man Tressady, which is surely very strange--oh, very strange. For he was evil like all other men save you and Resolution--and Adam Penfeather. Can you not say somewhat to my comfort? Did he not merit death?
human
Aye, most truly. Had you not killed him--I would.
gpt
For my sake, Martino?
human
Aye, said I,
gpt
Why, then 'tis strange I should grieve thus--I have killed men ere this, as you do know, nor troubled; belike 'tis my sickness--or the memory of my lady Joan--Damaris, her gentleness. Howbeit I am sorry and sad and greatly afraid.
human
Nay, said I.
gpt
What should fright you that do fear nothing?
human
Myself, Martino--I have been--minded to kill you--more than once!
gpt
Yet do I live.
human
And yet do I fear!
gpt
And your wound pains you belike?
human
A little, Martino.
gpt
Show me!