human
What want you? he asked, staring out moodily at the soldier before him and at his horse, and observing the great sword, hat, and cloak of the former with--beneath the latter--its burden; and also the military trappings of the steed.
gpt
What want you?
human
An audience of the marquis. By order of the king. Also food and lodging by the same authority. _Ma foi!_ if I had my way I should not demand it. There is a good auberge over there to all appearances, nodding his head toward the white-walled inn on the other side of the _place_, before which hung a bush and on which was painted the whole length of the house:
gpt
human
Doubtless I could be well accommodated.
gpt
Take your horse there, at any rate, said the sour-faced man;
human
And turning to the boy he cried, gesticulating with his hands:
gpt
My friend, neither your courtesy nor your hospitality is of the best. Does your master bid you treat all who come to visit him in this manner?
human
I am obeying my master, the other replied;
gpt
There it is, replied St. Georges;
human
--regarding the servitor through the wicket, as he gave him the paper--
gpt
Fellow! he exclaimed,
human
Pish! replied the other.
gpt
Be silent. I am Phélypeaux.
human
You! exclaimed the soldier, stepping back--
gpt
and his eye fell on the rusty-brown clothing of the man half in, half out, the wicket.
human
You!
gpt
Yes, I. Now go and put your horse up at the inn. Then come back. But stay--what have you beneath your arm?
human
A child.
gpt
A child! Does Louis think I keep a nursery? What are we to do with the child while you stay here?
human
I will attend to that. If you give me a bed the child will share it, and if you have some white bread and milk it is enough for its food.
gpt
Best get that at the 'Ours,' replied he who said he was Phélypeaux.
human
Bread I have, but no milk. _Ma foi!_ there is no babes' food here. Now, I counsel you, go seek the inn. Your horse may take a chill. Then come back. And --as the soldier turned to lead his animal across the snow-covered, deserted _place_--
gpt
Humph! muttered the latter, as he crossed to the inn;
human
Ours