human
Out of the sea thou earnest, Opee-Kwan chanted oracularly,
gpt
I bless thee, Nam-Bok, for that thou remembered me.
human
It is cold in the long nights, she wailed;
gpt
The thing is a shadow, the bone-scratcher answered,
human
O Bask-Wah-Wan, mother that bore me! he called.
gpt
Listen to the words of Nam-Bok, thy son. There be room in his bidarka for two, and he would that thou camest with him. For his journey is to where there are fish and oil in plenty. There the frost comes not, and life is easy, and the things of iron do the work of men. Wilt thou come, O Bask-Wah-Wan?
human
I am old, Nam-Bok, and soon I shall pass down among the shadows. But I have no wish to go before my time. I am old, Nam-Bok, and I am afraid.