human
How were we to know that the heads lived on the blood of the people?
gpt
Would it have made any difference if we had known?
human
Perhaps not. Ward tried to shrug his shoulders.
gpt
After all, we have fought to maintain systems not much better. There is little difference, save in degree, between draining the life-blood of a race and robbing it of the fruits of its labor.
human
But sometimes we fought to liberate people,
gpt
Yes, I like to think of that. It's good to have something to our credit when we cash in. And it looks, he said pessimistically,
human
What's that!
gpt
S-sh, said a soft voice warningly, and when their eyes became accustomed to the illumination, they were amazed to perceive the slender form of a young girl carrying a torch. She was marvelously lovely to look at, with her blue-black hair brushed straight back from a low, broad forehead and her smooth skin as dark as that of an Egyptian. Nor was she dressed unlike pictures Miles had seen of people of ancient Egypt. The embroidered plates covering the small breasts shone and glittered; bracelets and bangles flashed on bare arms and shapely ankles; while from the waist to below the knees was a skirt of rich material. On the small feet were sandals of intricate design. Besides the torch, the girl carried a slim, gleaming knife, and for a moment the adventurers were guilty of imagining she had come to slay them where they lay. But her manner quickly dispelled their fear. Sinking on her knees beside them, she said,
human
Do not be afraid; Ah-eeda will not harm you.