human
The king hath fallen! screamed Ned, the son of Webb.
gpt
Harold is dead! He is dead! We are beaten! England is conquered!
human
Come thou on with me, then, said Father Brian.
gpt
There are plenty of horses. We must speed away from this place. The house-carles are wearied with long fighting, but they will all die where they stand. Thou and I have no need to die with them. Quickly, now, my boy!