human
Sir, quoth I, getting to my feet,
gpt
Battle, Martin!
human
Ha! cried I, catching up my sword.
gpt
Are we beset?
human
By an army of Spaniards and hostile Indians, Martin. In the night came Atlamatzin to say news had come of Indians from the West, ancient enemies of this people, led on by Spanish soldiers, cavalry and arquebuseros, and bidding us fly and save ourselves before the battle joined. But you were asleep, Martin, and besides, it seemed ill in us, that had eaten their bread, to fly and leave this poor folk to death--and worse--
gpt
True enough, sir, said I, buckling my weapons about me,
human
How then--must we stay and fight?
gpt
said he a little humbly, and laying his hands upon my shoulders,
human
Enough, sir, quoth I, catching his hands in mine,
gpt
Tush, Martin! said he, mighty earnest.
human
Be reasonable! Atlamatzin hath vowed, supposing we beat off our assailants, to provide me bearers and a litter, so shall I travel at mine ease and overtake you very soon; wherefore, I bid you go--for her sake!