human
My dear, you know that you came,
gpt
I know that I lay awake, sick with terror for you. I saw you fighting—oh, so gallantly—saw Rupert steal, a broken man, into a field of flowering beans, with only the Squire and you to guard him. And then I fell asleep—as if the bean-scent had stifled me, too—and I dreamed——
human
Well, Joan?
gpt
That you were hindered, somehow. That you came to great honour and forgot me.
human
And that troubled you?
gpt
Oh, till I woke! Then it seemed to matter little. My heart sits on the top of a high tree, Master Christopher, as I told you long ago.