human
There hath been no burning, as yet, remarked the tall Viking.
gpt
Tostig hath forbidden fire, to the great discontent of many. Of what good indeed is war if we are not to burn and slay? It is but little better than peace.
human
O thou Leif, the son of Beo, broke in Father Brian, angrily,
gpt
Woden be praised for that! exclaimed the Viking.
human
I think they will. The Valkyrias will come for many. I shall die no cow's death. I would that Thor and his hammer and all the hero gods of the North might come and fight for King Harold of Norway.
gpt
Hear him! muttered the good missionary.
human
And men like him call themselves Christians! I would as soon be an Englishman!
gpt
The English are not heathens, said Ned, the son of Webb.
human
Alfred the Great was the best kind of man.
gpt
No doubt, said Father Brian,