human
We thought you far on the road to Prince Rupert,
gpt
So we should have been, sir, but we happened into Knaresborough. Kit here swooned for love of a lady—on my faith, the daintiest lass from this to Yoredale—and I could not drag him out until—until, you understand, the elder brother stepped in and made havoc of a heart that Kit could only scratch.
human
Is this true, Christopher?
gpt
As true as most of Michael’s tales. We fell ill of our wounds, sir, that was all.
human
Good lass! he said.
gpt
If it hadn’t been for your gift of song, and my own luck, there’d have been five Metcalfs less to serve His Majesty.
human
That is true, he said, in his big, gusty voice.
gpt
I always said there was room in the world, and a welcome, for even the donkey tribe. Kit, you look lean and harassed. Tell us what happened yonder in Knaresborough.