human
Courage, my friends! cried the King.
gpt
They have us in a trap, but they shall not get us until we have slain four for one.
human
Navarre! Navarre! we shouted in consort, the hall ringing with our cries, and from beyond the door we heard confused shouts of
gpt
Guise! Mayenne! Lameray!
human
Nay, nay, mon cher, what says the Psalmist? ’The Lord is my shield and buckler.’ Wouldst usurp the prerogative of the Almighty?