human
Welcome, my dear, croaked she, as Fiorimonde stepped from the bird;
gpt
Nay, that is one thing I want you to tell me, said Fiorimonde, drying the rain from her golden hair.
human
Last night when I slept there were eleven, and this morning there are twelve; and I know not from whence comes the twelfth.
gpt
It is no suitor, said the witch,
human
Some young maid, said the Princess.
gpt
Then, it must be Cicely or Marybel, or Yolande, who would have robbed me of my necklace as I slept. But what care I? The silly wench is punished now, and so may all others be, who would do the same.
human
And when will you get the thirteenth bead, and where will he come from?
gpt
He waits at the palace now, said Fiorimonde, chuckling.
human
And this is why I have to speak to you;