human
Tired of sitting on a bench, lad?
gpt
No, said Kit,
human
I’m glad to have a bench under me, after the riding I’ve done lately. A bench sits quiet—not like a lolopping horse that shakes your bones at every stride.
gpt
About this message that you carry in your head? Would a full meal bribe you?
human
The message has gone to Lady Ingilby, as it happens. There’s consolation, Puritan, in having the last laugh.
gpt
So the message was to Lady Ingilby? he said.
human
I guessed as much.