human
Tell me how it sped with your riding from the North?
gpt
It went bonnily—a fight down Skipton Raikes, and into the market-place. Then to Ripley, and running skirmishes; and, after that, the ride to Oxford. I saw the King and Rupert, and all the prayers I ever said were answered.
human
Oh, I’m tired here, waiting at home with gunshots interrupting every meal. Tell me how the King looked.
gpt
Tired, as you are—resolute, as if he went to battle—and he bade me give you the frankest acknowledgment of his regard.
human
Ah, he knows, then—knows a little of what we’ve done at Lathom?
gpt
He knows all, and Rupert knows.