human
May your nurse rest well where she lies, said Roger Nowell, the laughter in his grey eyes still.
gpt
In spite of a headache that throbs like a blacksmith’s anvil, I salute her. She reared a man-child. As for those at Lathom, I share their gladness, I admit. A bandaged head is better than none at all.
human
Welcome, Derby, said the Prince,
gpt
Be pleased to jest, laughed the other.
human
For my part, I know my wife will soon be seeing me at Lathom.
gpt
But, indeed, you wear both favours—rebel blood on your clothes, and a warmer crimson running from your thigh.
human
It is permitted, these bleak days, that a man ask grace to love his wife and hurry to her side?
gpt
Get home to Lathom, but not just yet. I have a gift for that brave wife of yours.
human
These speak for the strength of the attack on Lathom, said Rupert, his voice lifted for all men to hear.
gpt
Take them to Lady Derby as a token of my high regard. Tell her that it is easy for men to charge at speed and win their battles, but hard for women to sit behind crumbling walls and hold the siege. If I were my Lord Derby, I should be proud of such a wife.
human
Your Highness would, assented Derby with sharp, humorous simplicity.
gpt
I have husbanded her, and know her mettle.