human
I’ve few gifts, lads, but one of them is to know Yorkshire from end to end, as I know my way to bed o’ nights. I’ve led you within sight of Ripley; the rest lies with lad Christopher.
gpt
Kit will be saddle-sore if he rides all your errands. Give one o’ them to me, sir.
human
You’ve a heart and a big body, Michael, but no head. I tell you, Kit must take this venture forward.
gpt
What is your errand, sir?
human
Have you got it by heart, Kit?
gpt
That’s the way to carry all messages. If you’re taken, lad, they can turn your pockets inside out and search your boots, but they cannot find what’s safe inside your head, not if they tap it with a sword-cut.