human
Rest you here, Madeleine whispered, pointing to a palliasse partly covered by a bear-skin.
gpt
You shall sleep soundly I promise, for I have filled that palliasse with the sweet-scented grass which grows in yonder valley. May you rest there like Endymion, and may his dreams be yours.
human
His dreams were of love--if the old tale be true,
gpt
Soft, she prayed, but she too had flushed.
human
My mother's ears are keen. God be with you, my friend.
gpt
And with you also,