human
He is saying, translated MacDonald, after a few moments listening,
gpt
The man forgets that the sea also is eternal, and that it ultimately wears away the cliff. This appears to be an incitement towards war, then?
human
Oh, not so, replied MacDonald.
gpt
The man is one of their poets, and he is reciting an epic he has written, doubtless in praise of Malcolm's boat-building.
human
God save us! cried the king.
gpt
Have we then poets in Skye?
human
The whole of the Highlands is a land of poetry, your majesty, affirmed MacDonald drawing himself up proudly,
gpt
I must tell that to Davie Lyndsay, he said.
human
But here we have another follower of the muse who has taken the place of the first. Surely nowhere else is the goddess served by votaries so unkempt. What is this one saying?
gpt
He says that beautiful is the western sky when the sun sinks beneath the wave, but more beautiful still is the cheek of the Rose of Skye, the daughter of their chieftain.
human
Ah, that is better and more reassuring. I think either of us, Jamie, would rather be within sight of the smiles of the Rose of Skye than within reach of the claymores of her kinsmen.