human
What now? said I, straining my eyes.
gpt
Is there a battle toward--
human
Nay, Martin, 'tis more like some poor wretch hath broke his bonds and fled into the woods; if so, God send him safe out of their hands, for I have endured slavery and--
gpt
Oh, Martin! he wept, in voice of agony,
human
Sir, said I, stooping to lift him.
gpt
Sir, this is all forgot and out of mind.
human
Yet, dear lad, you do bear the marks yet, scars o' the whip, marks o' the shackles. I have seen them when you slept--and never a one but set there by my hand--and now--now you must cherish me if I fail by the way--must bear me in your arms--grieve for my weakness--Oh, dear lad, I would you were a little harsher--less kind.
gpt
Indeed, said I,
human
Oh, God love you, lad! cried he of a sudden, 'twixt laughing and weeping.
gpt
You will be calling me your benefactor next!
human
And wherefore not? quoth I.
gpt
For indeed, being made wise by suffering, you have taught me many things and most of all to love you in despite of myself!