human
remarked one, a man-at-arms, who, having removed his headpiece, disclosed a close crop of hair furrowed by a long white mark, the legacy of a Norman's axe.
gpt
Word came yesternight that we had to repair to Hampton to join the army that the King leads across the Channel.
human
Would I were with you, comrades,
gpt
And wherefore not, replied another.
human
There's more to be made in a week's march in France than ten years' delving in Merry England. Ay, and I'll warrant that ere long there'll be nought but old men, women, and babes left to guard our hearths.
gpt
Then I must be reckoned amongst the old men, replied Redward, with a mirthful laugh.
human
Though, methinks, at two score and fifteen years, I am not yet too aged to strike a shrewd blow or to receive hard knocks!
gpt
Then why tarry?
human
Didst ever have a son, Dickon?
gpt
Nay, replied the man, shaking his head.
human
Neither kith nor kin have I in this world, save my comrades.
gpt
Then thou knowest not how a man's whole being can be wrapped up in his child. I have a son--he stands yonder. How could I leave him--a boy of sixteen--to fare for himself while I follow the banners of England in foreign parts?
human
But thou hast done so aforetimes?
gpt
Ay, but then the boy was in safe keeping in the abbey of Netley. Now that he is too old, seeing that it is my wish and his desire not to remain within the priory walls, I must needs stay with him.
human
Red Buckland, thou art becoming chicken-hearted in thine old age. The boy--a lusty youth he looks--cannot remain with thee for ever, argued the soldier.
gpt
Now, what say you; join our company once again, and bring him with thee? Methinks there are many such, nay, even younger and of less frame and brawn, who have already set out for the wars. Come, now; again I ask thee, wilt join?
human
Dickon, thou dost press me hard so that I can scarce refuse. Yet no answer will I give till I have spoken with my boy.