human
Ho, Vebba, son of Bjorn! he shouted.
gpt
Hearken thou and thine to the summons of Harold Hardrada the King! All is ready for Britain, save this last of thy keels. Let it follow thee. Be thou at the seaside the third day hence, and bring with thee every sword and spear of thy house.
human
Hail! shouted back Vebba, joyfully.
gpt
Hail to thee and to thy message from Harold Hardrada! Bide thou with me this night, O messenger of the king.
human
Not I, Vebba the chief, loudly responded the warrior at the door.
gpt
One horn of ale I will drink, for thy welcome. Then go I onward, for the summons is hasty, and the steeds of the sea are already harnessed. I am bidden to say to thee and to all, that the hosts of the Northland and the lithsmen of Tostig Godwinson the Earl must be in England to claim the land for their own before the muster of William of Normandy can cross the sea to land in south Britain. It is to be ours, and not theirs, to cut down the Saxons of Harold the King. Hail to Harold Hardrada! Hail to the winning of England by the heroes of the Northland! My message is done.