human
Ha, Brandon! I cried.
gpt
Will ye sleep, man, will ye sleep and I in torment. Wake--wake and tell me, must we die soon? Wake, I say! At this he raised himself to blink at me in the beam of the lanthorn.
human
Must we die soon, think ye?
gpt
In God's time, Martin!
human
Think ye they will--torture me first?
gpt
Alas, I do fear it!
human
We are beyond hope?
gpt
Nay, there is always God, said he.
human
But we are beyond all human aid. This do I know by reason of this airy dungeon and the luxury of food and light. Fra Alexo doeth nought unreasonably; thus we have our lanthorn that we, haply waking from dreams of home and happiness, may behold our prison walls and know an added grief. Instead of the water-dungeon or the black terror of cell deep-hidden from the blessed day, he hath set us in this goodly place that we, beholding the sun, may yearn amain for the blessed freedom of God's green world--
gpt
Ha! quoth I.
human
And for those he dooms to the torment he sendeth rich food and generous wine--aye, aye, I see it now--a man strong and full-blooded may endure more agony and longer. So they will torture me--as they did you--but when, ah, God--when?