human
Do thy work quickly, father. A short shrift is all the villain deserves.
gpt
I am to die, then?
human
said the monk,
gpt
added he, speaking lower,
human
Who art thou?
gpt
One who owes thee his life, and would repay thee, my lord. I am he whom thou sparedst but lately in the wood.
human
Quick, said the man, throwing off his gown and hood;
gpt
Brave friend, said he,
human
Heaven bless you for your aid. For four hours I accept thy deliverance and borrow my freedom. If before then I have not returned, call me a coward and a knave.
gpt
Speak not of borrowing, my lord, said the man.
human
Heaven forbid I should require again the poor life thou thyself didst give me.
gpt
Peace!