human
Forgive me, she exclaimed,
gpt
I forgive you, poor trembling bird, said Fide-Yori,
human
Oh, master! eagerly cried the girl,
gpt
And what is that word?
human
Swear that you will not go to-morrow to the feast of the God of the Sea.
gpt
Why this oath?
human
Because, said the young girl, shuddering,
gpt
I suppose you have discovered a conspiracy?
human
O pure disk of light! she cried,
gpt
I believe you, and I swear to obey you, said the king, touched by her accent of despair.
human
I will not go to the feast of the God of the Sea.
gpt
But tell me how you discovered this plot, continued the Shogun,
human
Oh! do not order me to tell you. The whole edifice of infamy that I overthrow would fall upon my own head.
gpt
So be it, my child; keep your secret. But at least tell me whence comes this great devotion, and why is my life so precious to you?