human
Faith! I did think this would have been the end of me, quoth the knight.
gpt
Hast a draught of wine?
human
I am returning to the camp, an' if it please thee, I'll help thee back to thy company.
gpt
Do so, squire, for, what with a crack over the head with a Frenchman's mace, and the weight of yon bowman atop o' me, I feel too weak to stand of mine own will. What dost thou here?
human
Yonder lies my father.
gpt
Thy father? By St. Wilfrid of Ripon, he was a gallant man! Had he not stood over me the rascals would have settled my account. I pray thee tell me his name?
human
Redward Revyngton!
gpt
What! Redward Revyngton! And to think that the man whom I, with a mad desire for vengeance, hounded out of the country should have given his life for me! Did he wot whom I was?
human
Ay, said Raymond.
gpt
For but a few hours agone he and I saw thee in converse with his brother, Sir Maurice.
human
Then out on me for my revengeful spirit! When it lay in his power to thrust me through the back with a dagger, or even to let me be slain by my enemies, what did he do? He saved my life! This indeed is rendering good for evil.
gpt
And ye forgive him his trespass?
human
Ay, young squire. Right willingly.
gpt
Then in my sorrow I thank Heaven,