human
Gentlemen, she said, with a pretty foreign lilt of speech,
gpt
We are Metcalfs of Nappa, said Kit.
human
Our loyalty is current coin in the north.
gpt
Are you of the company they call the Riding Metcalfs? Then the south knows you, too, and the west country, wherever men are fighting for the King. Gentlemen, you have a battle-cry before you charge—what is it?
human
A Mecca for the King!
gpt
It is not like me to ask for passwords. I was so gay and full of trust in all men until the war came. The times are _difficile, n’est pas_, and you were unknown to me. What is your errand here?
human
We came to find Prince Rupert, said Kit, blurting his whole tale out because a woman happened to be pretty and be kind.
gpt
The north is needing him. That is our sole business here.
human
Ah, then, I can help you. There’s a little gate here—one goes through the gardens, and so into the Deanery. My husband lodges there. He will tell you where Rupert finds himself.