human
By our Lady! The rogues lie close, exclaimed the Constable.
gpt
Once darkness falls they will, of a surety, escape, for with the next tide they can make across the shallows, where our ships dare not follow,
human
If I mistake not, they left a mangonel behind them----
gpt
Ay; but 'twould take a good five hours to bring it hither.
human
Craving thy pardon, sir, said a grizzled man-at-arms, standing within earshot of the two officers,
gpt
I know how the galley can be held till the morrow.
human
How so, sirrah?
gpt
For over thirty years I was a marshman of Poole----
human
Forbear to speak of what thou hast been, replied Sir John Hacket curtly,
gpt
As a marshman I know how to walk over this mud. Give me leave, with five of my comrades, and I'll warrant that the galley will never float again.
human
How can the man possibly reach the vessel by walking on the mud? demanded Lord Willoughby, who at that moment had joined the Constable in order to confer with him on a plan of action.
gpt
Even now two score or more of the knaves lie swallowed up by the filthy slime.
human
Let him have his way, my Lord, replied the Constable;
gpt
he added, addressing the soldier,