human
Hearest thou the sound of Duke William's army? said Ned.
gpt
It is like the early morning roar of a great city.
human
It is the sound of a cataract! exclaimed Father Brian.
gpt
I hear it, but I was thinking of quite another thing, my boy. A swift dash of the thingmen might make wild work of yonder camp this night.
human
King Harold could do a great deal better than that, replied Ned.
gpt
If he had a few batteries of heavy artillery on the ridge at Senlac they would be within easy range of all these camps. He could pitch percussion shells among them all night long. Duke William would find it very interesting, I can tell him.
human
Speak it in Latin,
gpt
Hither cometh a Norman squad! suddenly interrupted the missionary, getting ready his pole-ax.
human
Thy spear, my boy! Be on guard! They are taking us for enemies without question.
gpt
I guess we will have to take them, then, said Ned.
human
There are only four of them. Here goes!