human
An heir, an heir!
gpt
An heir, an heir! Many a year had passed without the prospect of such an event, and it had looked as if the ill-omened words uttered in the past were to be realised. It was no wonder then that
human
there were feasting and revelry, for a child is born who is to perpetuate the clan which hitherto had seemed threatened with extinction. But, even on this festive night when every heart is tuned for song and mirth, there suddenly appears a mysterious figure, a pale and shivering form, by
gpt
who defiantly exclaims
human
No heir! No heir! The laughter is hushed, the pipes no longer sound, for the witch with uplifted hand beckons that she had a message to tell--a message from Death--she might truly say,
gpt
What means these bowls of wine--these festive songs?