human
Say now that I may go, the boy cried.
gpt
The enemy may already have taken fear, and be retreating as fast as his cowardly feet may carry him.
human
Go!
gpt
St. George! yelled the maddened child, clutching at the hound's thick collar of fur. The cry had no meaning. It was but a shout of war, a valve to his passion.
human
On, Blood! St. George!