human
Father and my brother, said he, folding his arms,
gpt
I read a tale of blood, fire and battle at sea and along the coast. White men slaying white men, which is good--so they slay enough!
human
A battle at sea? Do you mean ships?
gpt
And on land, brother. Spanish soldiers have been espied wounded and yet shouting with singing and laughing. Galleons have sailed from Porto Bello and Carthagena.
human
God send Adam is not beset!
gpt
Amen! quoth Sir Richard.
human
Nay, never despond, Martin, for if he be the man you say he shall not easily be outwitted.
gpt
Ah, sir, I think on my dear lady.
human
And I also, Martin. But she is in the hands of God Who hath cherished her thus far.
gpt
Moreover, oh, father and my brother, yonder my people do send you greeting and will entertain you for so long as you will.
human
Wherefore we thank you, Atlamatzin, good friend, you and them, but if fire and battle are abroad we must on so soon as we may.