human
You must rise above this gossip. It is not unnatural and not ill-natured.
gpt
I begs your pardon, sir?
human
Sir Geoffrey says that Alfred must be somewhere. For my part, I prefer to think of him in the care, perhaps, of some friendly French peasant, tending a man who may not remember his own name.
gpt
That be a mort o' comfort. Twice in my long life, I minds forgetting my own name. I took a notion that I were the village idiot. Bad ale's tricksy stuff. But desartion be a tarr'ble word.
human
Nobody who knows Alfred, or his mother, or you, would credit such a monstrous perversion of the truth.