human
Holy Mother of the gods, she said, in a low voice of prayer,
gpt
I am thy slave. I fear thee no longer. Blessed Mother, I will love thee, who art kind to Tara.... Here will I live and die with thee according to thy word. Then she arose and continued to him:
human
Come, father; behold, I am calm now.
gpt
She is accepted, brethren, said the old priest, turning to the others;