human
Why, Squire Metcalf, it’s a twelve-month and a day since we set eyes on each other, he said, reining up.
gpt
Are you riding for Otley market?
human
Ay, said Metcalf, with a dalesman’s wariness.
gpt
Is there aught stirring there, Demaine?
human
Nay, nowt so much—not enough to bring all your Nappa men with you, Squire. Maybe it’s men you’re seeking, instead of ewes and cattle.
gpt
Maybe it is, and maybe it isn’t.
human
Well, if it’s men you’re seeking, you’ll find ’em. I overtook three hundred of Fairfax’s soldiery just setting out from Otley.
gpt
Oh, you did? Were they horsed?
human
No, they were going at a sharp marching pace. They were a likely set o’ lads to look at—thick in the beam, but varry dour of face. I take no sides myself in this business of King and Parliament. I only say, Squire, that a nod’s as good as a wink in troubled times.
gpt
Thanks, Demaine,
human
Nay, no need. Neighbour knows neighbour, and good day to ye.