human
Who goes there?
gpt
Be ye going to fight Ben Waddilove? I’m old and home-weary, and we were lads together.
human
Why, Ben, I came near to braining you! What brings you here so far from Nappa?
gpt
Oh, Miss Joan! She’s full of delicate, queer whimsies. Told me, she did, I had to ride up the moor, as if my knees were not raw already! Said li’le Christopher, your son, was sitting on a bench in Ripley, tied hand and foot by Roundhead folk. So he is. I saw him there myself.
human
We’re for Ripley, lads!