human
Mount to the crupper with me. Mount, Ladye, mount to thy master's side. For 'tis said and 'tis sworn thou shalt be the Bride Of the victor, whoever he be.
gpt
Sir Knight, ere we grant thy claim, Let us see the face, let us hear the name, Of the gallant who winneth the prize.
human
Ay, quiver and quail in thy coat of mail, For hark to the eagle's shriek; See the red light burns for the coming bale!