human
Why so moody, li’le Christopher?
gpt
I fancied war was simple, and I’m losing myself among the mists, somehow.
human
An old trick of yours. Mistress Joan taught it you. There was a lady, too, in Knaresborough, who gave you lessons in the pastime.
gpt
But this Captain Lambert is besieging Skipton, and Mallory defends it, and one asks the other to sup with him when the affair is over. That is not stark fighting, Michael.
human
Why not, lad? Lambert’s cannon will thunder just as merrily when the truce is ended. The world jogs after that fashion.