human
It’s as much as my skin is worth, all this. Small blame to me, say I, if I filled that skin a trifle over-full. Liquor is the one thing plentiful in this cursed city. What is your business?
gpt
Simple enough, said Michael.
human
Go find my Lord Newcastle and tell him two Puritans are waiting for him. They are tired of laying siege to York, and have news for his private ear.
gpt
A likely tale!
human
Likelier than being throttled where you stand. You run less risk the other way. What is the password for the day?
gpt
Rupert of the Rhine,
human
That’s a good omen, then. Come, man, pluck your heart out of your boots and tell Lord Newcastle that we knocked on the gate and gave the counter-sign. Tell him we wait his pleasure. We shall shadow you until you do the errand.