human
Have you seen my wife Chrysea? She is dressed in white and gold, and sings more sweetly than any of the birds of heaven.
gpt
No, she had not been there; and whenever he came to a strange village, where he had not been before, he called,
human
Chrysea, Chrysea, are you here? but no Chrysea answered, only the harp in his hands cried whenever he touched its strings,
gpt
It is I, Arasmon! It is I, Chrysea!
human
Arasmon, awake, I am here!