human
Art feeling better, Raymond?
gpt
Ay, Sir John. But how goes it with us?
human
Passably well but ever I seem to be a messenger of momentous tidings to thee, whether of good or evil.
gpt
Then there is something amiss?
human
Yea, Raymond. My speech was ever blunt, and methinks the sooner I unburden myself of a message of ill-tidings the easier 'tis for both of us. Briefly, Sir Maurice hath fallen like the true and gallant knight he was, and thou art the last of the Revyngtons of Churston.
gpt
Alack-a-me that it should be so! For though I knew but little of him, I esteemed him a gallant, gentle, and honourable knight even before I wot he was my kinsman. And Sir Reginald Scarsdale--what of him?
human
His heart is stronger than his body. In the first impact he was swept from his saddle by a mere stripling.
gpt
And he is killed, wounded, or taken?
human
Neither, save that he is shaken by the fall, and the King vows that since he cannot hold his own against a youth he will send him home, seeing that his fighting days are over.
gpt
And does Sir Reginald know of this?
human
Ay, and if the King will not relent--and he is hard to turn from his purpose--'twill be the first Scarsdale since the Conquest whose feet on his altar-tomb rest not upon a lion.
gpt
Alas! the King's decision will hit him hard! Do you, Sir John, convey my expressions of regret to the gentle knight, and say that it will give me great pleasure should he deign to visit me.