human
Thou canst not return, Moro, said Gunga, who had closed and locked the door unobserved and flung away the key;
gpt
O for my sword to strike in once for those poor friends! cried Moro Trimmul with a groan.
human
They have been seeking me, and the rest will suffer. What art thou but liar and murderess, O Toolja! that thou dost not protect thy votaries? must they perish in thy very presence?
gpt
Hush, and come fast, cried Gunga, dragging him down the steps.
human
Fool, wilt thou die with the rest? Away! mount and ride for thy life; I will bring her after thee.