human
A sturdy traitor! muttered the earl, following him with his eye.
gpt
One of the exiled Lancastrian lords, perchance. Strange how they pierce into our secrets! Heardst thou that fellow, Marmaduke?
human
Only in a few sentences, and those brought my hand to my dagger. But as thou madest no sign, I thought his grace the king could not be much injured by empty words.
gpt
True! and misfortune has ever a shrewish tongue.
human
An' it please you, my lord, quoth Marmaduke,
gpt
I have seen the man before, and it seemeth to me that he holds much power over the rascal rabble.
human
Art thou sure it is the same man, for his face was masked?
gpt
My lord, in the North, as thou knowest, we recognize men by their forms, not faces,--as in truth we ought, seeing that it is the sinews and bulk, not the lips and nose, that make a man a useful friend or dangerous foe.
human
And heard you the name the raptrils shouted?
gpt
Robin, my lord. They cried out 'Robin,' as if it had been a 'Montagu I or a 'Warwick.'
human
Robin! ah, then I guess the man,--a most perilous and stanch Lancastrian. He has more weight with the poor than had Cade the rebel, and they say Margaret trusts him as much as she does an Exeter or Somerset. I marvel that he should show himself so near the gates of London. It must be looked to. But come, cousin. Our steeds are breathed,--let us on!