human
How art thou, my son? I see thou art sore hurt.
gpt
Nay, Father, it is but a scratch.
human
A brave man to speak so lightly of so great a matter. And thou didst keep the press of enemies back till help arrived?
gpt
And yet, by God's grace, thy valour saved us.
human
Saved you, Father?
gpt
Yea, my son. Saved the priory of the blessed Saints Mary and Edward; for, had ye not been there to bar the way, the Frenchmen would of a certainty have ravaged our holy retreat.
human
This knowledge is beyond my understanding, yet, the saints be praised, I was but an instrument to that end.
gpt
The gratitude of us all is due to you, my son, and if in any way we can render thee a service, do but ask it. Thou'rt weary; return to thy friends and rest well.