human
Noble child, Heaven has granted you beauty, and beauty deserves a crown. Here is the crown of beauty.
gpt
Noble child, thine is the purest virtue; virtue deserves a crown. Here is the crown of virtue.
human
Noble child, you have given proof of strong courage; and courage deserves a crown. Here is the crown of courage.
gpt
Now, brave maiden, added the king,
human
My daughter!... Bertille! ...
gpt
My Mother!
human
There was that within, Sire, told me you knew somewhat of my daughter.
gpt
Good people, said he to the happy parents,
human
Bertille will go back with you to Châlon, and there, if I know aught of maids' minds, she will tell you all. Be happy, then; for God has given you a daughter after His Own Heart.
gpt
Lords, since the fatal passage of the Huns across our land, our walls have lain in ruin. We must needs raise them again. In so doing, let us preserve the memory of Bertille's triumph. Three bands of gilded stone shall be built within the wall, to serve it for a girdle; and to remind all descendants to whom our fair city may pass, of the honour due to beauty, to courage, and to virtue.