human
Be quiet. Do not complain, a low voice said.
gpt
All will yet be well.
human
How can all be well, wept poor Dobrunka,
gpt
Wait here till I come back,
human
My son, take this spinning wheel to town to the king's palace. Sit down in the courtyard near the gate and if any one asks you for how much you will sell the wheel, say: 'For two eyes.' Unless you are offered two eyes for it bring it back.