human
And he was crying for water! sighed Sir Richard,
gpt
Thirst is an agony, as we do know. Hark, he crieth yet! Twere act commendable to give drink to a dying man, enemy though he be.
human
Most true, sir, but--nay, what would you?
gpt
Endeavour as much good as I may in the little of life left to me, Martin. The poor soul lieth none so far and--
human
Sir--sir! quoth I, tightening my hold.
gpt
You would be shot ere you had gone a yard--are ye mad indeed or--do you seek death?
human
This is as God willeth, Martin! said he at last.
gpt
Howbeit I must go; prithee loose me, dear lad!
human
Nay! cried I harshly.
gpt
If you will have our enemy drink, I shall bear it myself--
human
No, no! cried he, grappling me in turn as I rose.
gpt
What I may do you cannot--be reasonable, Martin--you bulk so much greater than I, they cannot fail of such a mark--