human
Vengeance for the King with such fury that the whole crowd took up the shout and a deafening
gpt
Vengeance boomed over the square like a blast of the North wind. Those who surrounded the fiery-eyed old priest made a dash at the ghastly barricade and began tearing it down. Then indeed Norman, thrice wounded, gasping, slipping on blood and tattered flesh, expected the sudden darkness; and in his extremity, as though to reply to, the crowd's yell for vengeance, he could not but cry aloud the name that for him evoked all the joy of living. Fiercely enough his followers took up the cry, shouting, with uplifted swords,
human
Ianthe and for Ianthe!
gpt
Cease fire in the name of the Princess! All fighting to cease!