human
The infamy with which you would brand me does but dishonor you, exclaimed the prisoner.
gpt
My hands have never committed any but noble deeds, and do not deserve to be severed from the arms which guided them. But invent whatever torments you please, torture me as you will, I shall remain a prince, and you sink to the rank of on executioner. I fought with all my strength against the enemies of our legitimate lord; you betrayed him for another, who betrayed him too, and you craftily attacked my kingdom when there was no ground for war between us. You wanted my head to sell it to Hieyas for a good price; the dishonor is yours. What do I care for your ridiculous sentence!
human
Who is this man who speaks so boldly?
gpt
Do not refuse him the death of a noble, they said;
human
My vengeance is not sufficient, said he, gnashing his teeth;
gpt
I wish I could think of something still more dreadful.
human
But you can think of nothing, said the prisoner, laughing;
gpt
Enough! shouted Tosa;
human
I will tear off your flesh with pincers, and pour boiling pitch into your wounds.
gpt
That is only an improvement on the moxas invented by physicians. Try again; that's a trifle.
human
I cannot explain that man's heroic conduct, thought Fatkoura;