human
Where are my propitiatory sacrifices? At the same time a gigantic eagle, with greenish-grey wings, like the storm-cloud, hovered high over the castle, ready to swoop down on his prey. Then the young man set spurs into his white horse, and shaking his lance high above his head, cried with a loud voice:
gpt
There are no sacrifices here for you, you robber! Begone instantly, or you shall feel my arrows!