human
Believe me, she said very gently,
gpt
I know your breed. Believe me, too, when I say that I am older than you—some of the keen, blue dawn-lights lost to me, but other beauties staying on—and I ask you, when you meet your wide-eyed maid again, to put it to the question.
human
I’ve done that already.
gpt
I meant a deeper question, sir. Ask her whether she had rather wed you and live at ease, or see you die because the King commands.
human
She would choose death for me—I should not love her else.
gpt
One does not know. There are men and women who have that view of life. They are few. Put it to the question. Now I must go indoors, sir, to see that breakfast is readying for these good men of mine. Pluck is a fine gift, but it needs ample rations.