human
My daughter, he asked, they two being left alone,
gpt
They are good friends, Azoka answered innocently.
human
Ononwe never speaks of Netawis but to praise. Surely my father has heard him?
gpt
That is returning a ball I never flung, her father said, fixing grave eyes on her, under which she flinched.
human
I am thinking that the face of Netawis troubles the clear water that once was between you and Ononwe. Yet you tell me that Ononwe praises him. Sit down, therefore, and hear this tale.