human
And what say you, venerable sir? inquired he.
gpt
In your younger days, I should imagine, you must frequently have seen the winged steed.
human
Ah, young stranger, my memory is very poor, said the aged man.
gpt
When I was a lad, if I remember rightly, I used to believe there was such a horse, and so did everybody else. But nowadays I hardly know what to think, and very seldom think about the winged horse at all. If I ever saw the creature, it was a long, long while ago; and, to tell you the truth, I doubt whether I ever did see him. One day, to be sure, when I was quite a youth, I remember seeing some hoof-prints round about the brink of the fountain. Pegasus might have made those hoof-marks, and so might some other horse.
human
And have you never seen him, my fair maiden? asked Bellerophon of the girl, who stood with the pitcher on her head while this talk went on.
gpt
You surely could see Pegasus if anybody can, for your eyes are very bright.
human
Once I thought I saw him, replied the maiden, with a smile and a blush.
gpt
It was either Pegasus or a large white bird a very great way up in the air. And one other time, as I was coming to the fountain with my pitcher, I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh as that was! My very heart leaped with delight at the sound. But it startled me, nevertheless, so that I ran home without filling my pitcher.
human
That was truly a pity!