human
I behold a procession of monks advancing, and I hear the voice of my son; though a thousand were singing, I should know the voice of Hervé; I behold my son dressed in gray, with a cord of hair for his belt. God be with you, my son, the clerk!
gpt
God be with you, my beloved mother! God is good; the mother is faithful to her son. Coming from so far to see me, although you could not walk!
human
And now that I have come, and I see you, my son, what have you to ask of me?
gpt
I have nothing to ask of you, my mother, but the permission to remain here to pray to God day and night, that we may meet each other in paradise.
human
We shall meet in paradise or its surroundings, with the help of God, my son. When I go there you shall have warning; you shall hear the song of the angels.
gpt
In fact, continues the French legend,