human
I beg of you, Princess, to let me return to my own home for a time, for my father, the huntsman, has broken his leg and is very ill.
gpt
Why should you cry for that? said the Princess.
human
Your Royal Highness, the horse that you rode yesterday is dead, and we think it is because you would ride so far when it was already tired, as we told you.
gpt
Dead is it? cried the Princess.
human
Then see quickly and get me another, that I may ride again to-morrow, and be sure this time that it is a good strong horse, or it may give way beneath me and so my ride be shortened.