human
Yonder is King Harold, on the bank, said Ned, the son of Webb,
gpt
They can't be wide enough, said Father Brian.
human
Ha! Sikend is hurt! He is down upon one knee! He can stand and fight no longer!
gpt
I'll stop that man! shouted Ned, pulling hard upon his oars.
human
Sikend is a friend of mine--
gpt
Let thou alone! exclaimed Father Brian.
human
It is no affair of thine!