human
An armada, sooth! I cried, feigning a cheerfulness I did not own.
gpt
King Rory apes King Philip, and comes a-wooing with a fleet.
human
You are not afraid, mistress?
gpt
Was your Queen afraid with her captains about her? she said; and in a murmur, soft as a mavis’ evening note, she added:
human
I trust my captain too.
gpt
List to me, mistress, I said, stilling my leaping pulse, for our peril was near.
human
Do you bring all the women and children to this place, and when I have descended, bolt the door upon me. You and they will be safe here, while we beat off the enemy below.