human
Friends, he said, simply as a child,
gpt
I had a dream last night. I dreamed that prayers were answered at long last, and that the sea rode into Oxford—a gallant sea, creamed with white horses riding fast.
human
How should that be? laughed the Duke.
gpt
It was a tired man’s dream.
human
It was more, said Rupert sharply.
gpt
It was a true vision of the days to come. I tell you, the white horses rode into Oxford like a crested sea. I knew they came to help me, and I grew tired of pageantry. He smiled at his own gravity, and reached out for his Crusader’s sword.
human
Come, he broke off,
gpt
Coeur de Lion should be punctual to the tryst.