human
It is a far fetch, O Keesh, she said at last,
gpt
Ay, he made answer, absently, his eyes fixed keenly upon the belt and taking note of its girth.
human
But where is the knife?
gpt
Here. She drew it from inside her parka and flashed its naked length in the firelight.
human
It is a good knife.
gpt
Give it me!
human
Nay, O Keesh, she laughed.
gpt
It may be that thou wast not born to wear it.
human
Give it me! he reiterated, without change of tone.
gpt
I was so born.
human
It is blood, Keesh?
gpt
Ay, it is blood. But give me the belt and the long Russian knife.