human
On thy knees, squire!
gpt
Nay, sire, I cannot, replied the unhappy Raymond. Low murmurs of astonishment arose from the King's attendants, while Sir John Hacket, placing his hand heavily on his squire's shoulder, hissed into his ear,
human
Kneel, thou fool! Art bereft of thy senses?
gpt
Here, sirrah, tell us the reason of this strange refusal. Nay, have no fear, he added, in a more kindly tone, observing the squire's dejection,
human
Sire, I am the son of an outlaw, and therefore unworthy of the honour thou would'st bestow.
gpt
Ah! exclaimed the King.
human
This requires further consideration. Sir John, knowest aught of this?
gpt
Nay, sire,