human
So two men keep the safety of all York, laughed one of the garrison.
gpt
There’s a fine Biblical sound about it, Vicar.
human
So much to the good, then, said the Vicar quietly.
gpt
To my mind, those days are here again, and King Charles righting the good fight. Hey, my masters, you’re deaf and blind to the meaning of this trouble. He turned to Christopher with a touch of deference that came pleasantly from an old man to a young.
human
How do you hold York’s safety? he asked.
gpt
What is your errand?
human
To find Rupert for them.
gpt
And you’re riding, two of you, to search England for him?
human
That is our errand, sir.
gpt
Ah, that is faith! I wish good luck to your horses’ feet.
human
We need Rupert as much as York needs him, said Phil Amory.
gpt
It’s a far cry, though; from here to Oxford.
human
To Oxford? echoed Kit, with sharp dismay.
gpt
We thought to find him in Lancashire.
human
The last news we had, said the Vicar—
gpt
So they said in York, sir.
human
Ay, and so they say wherever men have heard his record. Without fear, with a head on his shoulders and a heart in the right place—undoubtedly you ride on a fine errand. If I were younger, and if my cloth permitted, I would join you in the venture.
gpt
We get to saddle, Michael,