human
But, sir, it is death to sit a saddle, protested the other.
gpt
Your wound——
human
It must heal or break again. That is the wound’s concern. Mine is to find Rupert, as I promised.
gpt
How will you get through the besiegers? Their cannon are pretty busy, as you hear.
human
I had forgotten the besiegers. I must leave my horse, then, and find a way out on foot.