human
Mother, he said,
gpt
Who can tell her purposes, my life? she replied,
human
The trial will be heavy, mother, he returned.
gpt
Here we are safe, and I fear not for thee: but for the rest, the cause is hopeless, and that is what vexes me. Years of stratagem and arrangement are gone with that man's death, and all we have planned is known.
human
And if it be known, son, dost thou fear? she exclaimed.
gpt
What has been gained by these communications with a traitor? O son, he who is not faithful to the salt he eats, is untrue to all besides. I--a woman only--and the priests will tell thee not to trust a woman's thoughts or designs--I tell thee I am glad: I rejoice that a trial has come to thee. One hour such as thou hast passed now, with thine own heart to speak to thee, is worth more to the cause than a thousand priests or a lakh of swordsmen. I tell thee I am glad: for such things only can teach thee to trust thyself, and not to look to others.
human
And thee, mother?
gpt
No, no--not to me, she replied quickly,
human
Nay, mother, he cried, sitting up and interrupting her,