human
How beautifully you play; I never heard music like it before, but what makes you look so sad? Are you unhappy?
gpt
Yes, said Arasmon,
human
I am very miserable. I lost my wife Chrysea many years ago, and now I don't know where she can be.
gpt
It is a year since I have seen my husband, said the woman.
human
He went to the war a year ago, but now there is peace and he is coming back, and to-night he will come over this hill. It was just here we parted, and now I am come to meet him.
gpt
How happy you must be, said Arasmon.
human
I shall never see Chrysea again, and as he spoke he struck a chord on the harp, which cried,
gpt
O Arasmon, my husband! why do you not know me? It is I, Chrysea.
human
Do not say that, continued the woman;