human
If there be one spark of pity in your soul, she said, in a voice trembling with tears,
gpt
I am afraid to sadden you still more, by telling you tidings delightful to me, though wretched for you, since you are my enemy.
human
Go on, I conjure you!
gpt
Well, then, the Prince of Figo's army, ably seconded by my men, has triumphed over the Prince of Nagato, who fought bravely, I must acknowledge. At this moment he is probably a prisoner. The latest bulletin informs me that, with barely a hundred men, Nagato intrenched himself in a small grove; my troops have surrounded him, and escape is impossible.