human
And surely the Shining One is jealous of his own honor, said Constans, guardedly.
gpt
Will he not bring to naught these foolish contemners of his majesty? Without doubt, else he were no god.
human
Else he were no god,
gpt
And who shall tell us whether he be a god or no? he demanded, with startling vehemence.
human
What manner of divinity can he be who allows these feeble hands to call him into existence and again to reduce him to nothingness? A god! This senseless block of iron that lives only at my will and pleasure. Behold, boy! shall the Shining One suffer indignity such as this and not worthily avenge himself?
gpt
A god!