human
No falling off, he muttered, as he examined the pricks in the wood.
gpt
No sign of weakness yet. He lowered the sword, and mechanically wiped the point in the tail of his skirt, then passed his firm hand caressingly down the blade, murmuring, with a self-conscious smile:
human
I have finished my fighting. Henceforth my wrist must stiffen and my arm rust, while the power which has controlled the sword shall pass into the use of tongue and pen.
gpt
A messenger to speak with you, Excellency.