human
Thou hast fought well, my boy, said the missionary.
gpt
Art thou hurt?
human
I'm banged pretty well, said Ned,
gpt
Come thou along in haste, said his friend,
human
I will show thee what it is. The city of York will close no gate against the man that is coming now. He bringeth woe to all the host of Hardrada, and I think thou wilt deliver no report to Tostig the Earl this day. On! On to the gate!
gpt
If it is anything worth while I'll see that the earl gets it, replied Ned,
human
Look thou yonder! Look, O Ned, the son of Webb!
gpt
Banners! responded Ned, almost breathlessly.
human
Horsemen! Who can they be? Is it the army of Harold, the King of England? Tostig and Hardrada think he is away at the southern shore, watching for Duke William of Normandy. Why, he can march right on into the city!
gpt
He will do more than that, replied the Irishman, with a very knowing look.
human
My boy, mark thou well now! Not a horn nor a trumpet soundeth among yonder horsemen, and they ride rapidly. Stand still here and keep thine eyes open. We are safe at this place. Then will we go on with them, and I think we shall see the springing of the great trap of Harold, with which he hath caught the Vikings.
gpt
I ought to go ahead at once and warn Tostig the Earl!
human
If thou in thy armour art able to go faster than will the horsemen of the King of England, half laughed the missionary,
gpt
I'll get the news correctly, first, and then I'll see what I can do with it,