human
What news, Kit?
gpt
Sir, it will be butchery, said the lad, stirred by generous pity.
human
There’s a big company of them, all on foot, and I—have led them into ambush.
gpt
The King will be well rid of his enemies. Men do not fight, Kit, on milk-and-water fancies.
human
I’ve given my message, sir. Put me in the front of the hazard, if you doubt me.