human
It is doubtless the man from the next village, he said finally,
gpt
It is Nam-Bok, old Bask-Wah-Wan repeated.
human
Should I not know my son? she demanded shrilly.
gpt
I say, and I say again, it is Nam-Bok.
human
And so thou hast said these many summers, one of the women chided softly.
gpt
Ever when the ice passed out of the sea hast thou sat and watched through the long day, saying at each chance canoe, 'This is Nam-Bok.' Nam-Bok is dead, O Bask-Wah-Wan, and the dead do not come back. It cannot be that the dead come back.
human
Nam-Bok!