human
Will no one help me? cried Fazil, looking round, while vainly endeavouring to stanch the blood which occasionally welled from the gaping wound, as Bulwunt breathed heavily.
gpt
For the love of God and the Apostle lend me thy waist-band, good sir! he continued, addressing a respectable-looking man who had accompanied the soldiers, and who was, in fact, the petty officer over them;
human
And who are you, returned the man contemptuously,
gpt
Yes, my lords, cried the keeper of the house, who now ventured forward,
human
Peace! cried Fazil, accustomed only to command, and who could ill brook the measures threatened; for several men had closed about him at their officer's order, while another had kicked away his sword, which one of the men was picking up.
gpt
Peace, I say; raise him up! See, he is badly wounded; have you no compassion? He will die!
human
Whether he dies or whether he lives, one would think it was little concern of thine, boy, replied the man;
gpt
he added, as the man who had possessed himself of it held it up to the light.
human
Seize him, brother, and bind him fast; he will have to answer for this in the morning. Who art thou, ill-born?