human
Dost feel the smart of that wound yet?
gpt
It is nothing, Geoffrey answered.
human
See you not that man advancing?
gpt
The marks shall remain, went on Pieter solemnly.
human
The scar will be there to remind you of a good friend in New Amsterdam. My lad, I shall seek to hear of you. Each time I look on this skin I shall breathe a wish for the happiness of the boy who saved my life in the crystal hills. When you come to make your home in Virginia, send to Pieter von Donck at the hostel by San Nicolas, and if he be alive, and not grown too fat to walk, he will come out to meet you. Will not forget the old rogue who tricked the French?
gpt
May I meet a traitor's end if I forget my friend, he answered.
human
Had it not been for you my dry body would now be swinging in the wind of the mountains. I wish you well, Pieter; I shall ever wish you well. Now ride! You would not have me fight for you against my own people.
gpt
There is no English blood in him, snorted Von Donck.
human
A Dutchman, I say, a Dutchman to the ends of his hair.
gpt
We are Englishmen,
human
Now, by the sack of San Nicolas, out upon you, shouted Von Donck.
gpt
I am no Englishman. I am a Hollander, fellow, Hollander from head to heel.
human
Ride! exclaimed Geoffrey, smiting his comrade's mount.
gpt
God be with you, Pieter.
human
And you, boy.