human
They saw, too, that his sword was out, and naked to the moonlight.
gpt
A Mecca!
human
Cousin does not slay cousin, said the man on the hill-top, rattling his sword into the sheath again.
gpt
Have they found Rupert? The second rider was given his errand briefly and without waste of breath. Then he flicked his horse, and Blake was tempted to follow him, too. There was something uncanny, some hint of mystery and deep, resistless strength about this picketing of the road north. Blake had a quick imagination; he saw this chain of riders, linking York with Oxfordshire, spurring through a country fast asleep—only they and the moon and the nightingales awake—until, kinsman passing the message on to kinsman at each two-miles stage, the last rider came in with his tale of
human
Boot and saddle.
gpt
I had forgotten. She has carried me from Oxford already,
human
She’s a good little mare, said Metcalf, with instinctive judgment of all horseflesh.
gpt
She will have time to rest if you’re minded to share the waiting time with me.
human
Your five days and a half? laughed the other, as they returned at a quiet pace to their first meeting-place.
gpt
Yes, I shall stay, if only to claim my wager. It is not in human power for your company to muster in the time.
human
It is a game we have played often during these last months. Lord Fairfax, in the north, swears there’s witchcraft in it, because we have carried news from York to Skipton, from Skipton into Lancashire, while single messengers were spurring half-way on the road.
gpt
put in Blake—with a touch of spleen, for he was tired.
human
Well, I propose to see what comes of your new way of galloping.
gpt
The first that comes —Metcalf yawned and stretched himself with an air of complete strength and bodily content—