human
Shepherds, said he,
gpt
I am the Blue Centaur. If you will give me every third year a young child, I promise to bring a hundred of my kinsmen and drive the Ogri away. ... He [_the Blue Centaur_] used to appear on the top of a rock, with his club in one hand ... and with a terrible voice cry out to the shepherds,
human
Leave me my prey, and be off with you! --Comtesse d'Aunoy, _Fairy Tales_ (
gpt
Princess Carpillona,