human
Switzerland is not my native land, Your Grace, nor do I seek your life. Take your dagger,
gpt
I offer you better terms, said Charles.
human
If you wish to kill me, I now give you safe conduct beyond the borders of Burgundy.
gpt
My lord, you are mistaken,
human
No, it is not I that am mistaken, said Charles.
gpt
It is Campo-Basso and his friends. Count Calli, prepare to give the combat to this knight, whoever he may be, and God have mercy on your soul, for the day of your death is at hand.
human
I cannot fight him, wailed Calli.
gpt
I am suffering from a broken arm. My horse fell with me three weeks ago, as Your Grace well knows.
human
When your arm mends, you must fight and prove your cause, or by the soul of God, you hang! We'll make a fête of this combat, and another of your funeral. There shall be a thousand candles, and masses sufficient to save the soul of Satan himself. My Lord Campo-Basso, let not the like of this happen again. Vengeance in Burgundy is mine, not my Italians'. Heralds, dismiss the company. These men are free.
gpt
If you will remain at the castle, you are most welcome,
human
We will, with Your Grace's permission, remain at Grote's inn for a short time and then ask leave to depart from Burgundy.
gpt
As you will. I do not press you. If you change your mind, come to the castle, and you will be very welcome.