human
Yes, replied the old man, very gently,
gpt
I have sent for thee, for I have heard much of this russet priest who sways great bodies of men as they hearken to him, even as row upon row of corn is swayed by the wind that blows across the fields. I wished to see him and hold converse with him.
human
Why should I come here before you that you may look upon me? I owe no allegiance to the Bishop of Ely. I serve him not, I serve only my master, John Wyclif.
gpt
And our Master, Jesus Christ?
human
Yea, I serve _my_ Master, Jesus Christ, asserted the poor priest,