human
Who is this, Ben?
gpt
Michael Metcalf, at your service. No need to ask your servant vouch for me.
human
But, sir, you are unlike yourself. Your eyes are wild.
gpt
So would your pretty eyes be, Mistress Joan, if you’d shared Marston Fight with me. I’ve seen a King lose his cause—his head may follow.
human
Does your love for the King go so deep, then? We thought you light of heart.
gpt
Always the same gibe. I have talked with the King, and I know. Our lives were slight in the losing, if we had given him the battle. But we lost it. What matters now, Joan?
human
This, sir—that the King still needs his gentlemen.