human
What are you doing here? she demanded, abruptly.
gpt
You are not of the children of the Doomsmen.
human
No,
gpt
You are very foolish, she retorted, with a slow shake of her head.
human
If Master Quinton Edge catches you he will nick your ear, and then you will have to row in the galleys.
gpt
I am not afraid,
human
I am Esmay, she answered.
gpt
What is your name?
human
What does it matter?--well, then, Constans.