human
Tell her that I shall not lose my color in exile; it will not cure me of my _crime of loyalty_ to my people--I cannot change my faith--tell her----
gpt
Thou dost wrong thyself and her: knowing well that thy 'crime' is not 'of loyalty to thy people'; but that thou couldst _profess_ a loyalty which was but pretence to the Queen who held thy vows of fealty.
human
Speech is useless, he said,
gpt
her eyes flamed.
human
If that be treachery----Listen! I thought to send thee away without my confidence and leave thee to thy blind struggle to rule our people of Cyprus--thou and the fair little Queen! Yet I _will_ tell thee, for I cannot leave thee so.
gpt
Will the nobles in their far lands bow at _her_ bidding? _Never!_ They need a _man_ to sway them, for the good of Cyprus--one who knoweth how to rule--of strength and constancy to shape their kingdom and make it great. For _such_ a man the nobles would rise in their might.
human
There is none such, he answered coldly,