human
By the great god Mownoth! he swore fiercely.
gpt
It be a shame that we cannot come hence a great deal oftener! Me-thinks They could allow it!
human
They care not for our longings, spoke Cunora, her eyes flashing as angrily as his.
gpt
They give us enough freedom to make us work the better--no more! All They care for is thy herd and my crops!
human
And for the labor, reminded the big man,
gpt
Aye, agreed the younger man, with much less enthusiasm.
human
However, what can ye do about it, Corrus?
gpt
I tell ye what I can do I, and ye as well, if ye but will! I can--