human
The wounded man is the unfortunate Aurelius, whose face Caracalla wounded for my sake.
gpt
Come with me,
human
Now that I have learned the honor that has been accorded to you, too, by the master whom you so faithfully serve, the poor injured man whom you call your brother shall be made welcome within these walls. He is my companion in suffering. A quiet, airy chamber shall be set apart for him, and he shall not lack careful attention, nor anything which even his own mother could offer him. Only two things I desire of you in return: that you admit no one of your companions-in-arms, nor any man whatever, into this dwelling, save only the physician whom I shall send to you. Furthermore, that you do not betray, even to your nearest friend, whom you found here besides myself.
gpt
It is difficult for me to find a proper answer to you, noble lady. I know right well that I owe you my warmest thanks, and equally so that he whom you call our master has inflicted as deep a wrong on us as on you; but Caesar is still my military chief.
human
Still! broke in Berenike.
gpt
But you are too youthful a tribune for me to believe that you took up the sword as a means of livelihood.
human
We are sons of the Aurelia, answered Nemesianus, haughtily,
gpt
I am not angry with you any more,