human
Now that the King and Queen of Regos and Coregos have run away, he said,
gpt
Me? cried Nikobob, astounded by this speech.
human
I beg Your Highness, on my bended knees, not to do so cruel a thing as to make me King!
gpt
Why not? inquired Rinkitink.
human
I'm a King, and I know how it feels. I assure you, good Nikobob, that I quite enjoy my high rank, although a jeweled crown is rather heavy to wear in hot weather.
gpt
With you, noble sir, it is different, said Nikobob,
human
Very well, replied Inga,
gpt
Please forget that promise, pleaded the charcoal-burner, earnestly;
human
I have been safe from molestation for many years, because I was poor and possessed nothing that anyone else could envy. But if you make me rich and prosperous I shall at once become the prey of thieves and marauders and probably will lose my life in the attempt to protect my fortune.
gpt
What, then, can I do to please you?
human
Nothing more than to allow me to go home to my poor cabin,
gpt
Perhaps, remarked King Rinkitink,
human
What you call my wisdom, said Nikobob,
gpt
If I had a hand, instead of a cloven hoof, I'd like to shake hands with you, Nikobob, said Bilbil the goat.
human
But the poor man must not have a cruel master, or he is undone.