human
Lord God of Battles! he cried out to the stars, stretching up his powerful young arms.
gpt
Thou knowest how I could love tonight; but dost Thou know, also, how I could fight if I had only a foe to destroy with these two empty hands!
human
Thou murderous Turk! I cried in his ear.
gpt
Pray, rather, that there shall be no war, and no foe more deadly than the pretty wench of Pigeon-Wood!
human
Love or war, I care not! he shouted in his spring-tide frenzy, galloping there unbridled, his lean young face in the wind.
gpt
But God send the one or the other to me very quickly--or love or war--for I need more than a plow or axe to content my soul afire!
human
Idiot! said I,