human
What is this?
gpt
O my lord the king! she cried.
human
I thought that yon sad-faced man in Denewulf's house was our king maybe, so wondrous proud are his ways, and so strange things they hear him speak when he sleeps. But now I am glad, for I have seen the king and kissed his hand, and, lo, the sight of him is good. Ay, but glad will all the countryside be to know that you live.
gpt
Come, leave her her joy; it were cruel to spoil it, and maybe she will never know her mistake.