human
The King needs every Metcalf and his white horse. He sent me with that message to you, Squire.
gpt
About when does he need us?
human
To-morrow, to be precise.
gpt
Oh, away with you! There’s all my corn to be gathered in. I’ll come nearer the back end o’ the year, if the King can bide till then. By that token, you’re looking wearied out, you and your horse. Come indoors, man, and we’ll talk the matter over.