human
Lars, the son of Vebba! shouted Ned.
gpt
Come here, Father Brian. Thou and I must save him! Get up, Lars!
human
No man will harm him now, shouted back the priest.
gpt
Is he badly wounded?
human
I have not a cut, responded Lars himself.
gpt
I was knocked down by a mace, that is all, and these others fell upon me. O Ned, the son of Webb! We are ruined! Ruined! There will be sad mourning among the fiords of Norway!
human
Vebba! exclaimed Ned.
gpt
Where is he?
human
I saw him escape to the ships among the first,
gpt
Go thou after him, thyself, said Ned.
human
Harold the King hath commanded that all like thee may go. Tell Vebba that I am to stay here. Run if thou canst! Get on board a ship.
gpt
Thou art right to stay, said Lars.
human
This is thine own country. Thou hast lost thine Earl Tostig, but mind not that too much. There are always plenty of earls.
gpt
Good-bye!