human
The wind blows from New Windsor, said the knight.
gpt
The wind off Couchicing.
human
If Blood takes hold of a man he shall die, went on the boy.
gpt
He will hold at the back of the neck, and there hang until his fangs meet. Ha! Didst hear that?
human
The breeze freshens. Methinks I hear the waves breaking upon the beach.
gpt
He smells carrion, whispered the boy.
human
Already he smells blood upon my sword.
gpt
Peace, boy, said his father; adding, compassionately,
human
He is but a child.
gpt
Nay, father, said Richard, his blood rising.
human
I am no child. See the mark of my wounds! Remember that glorious day when we captured the Dutch privateer. I have prayed for such another day. Did I there acquit myself as a child? Or did you call, 'Richard, come back! You are too bold.' Hast forgotten, Sir Thomas?