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Prisca:  "Reporting, Your Excellency!" said a messenger who rushed up to Prisca. He pushed through the army, his red armor rattling, and knelt before her, offering up a scroll.
human
Arakiya:  Arakiya took it, broke the seal, and handed it to Prisca.
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca looked it over and grunted, “Hmph. Who gave this to you?”
human
Messenger:  “Count Belstetz Fondalphon, the strategist of House Godwin!”
gpt
Prisca:  “Belstetz… That old fossil.” Prisca considered, recalling the face that went with the name, then closed one eye in contemplation.
human
Prisca:  “Princess. The letter… What does it say?”
gpt
Prisca:  “Nothing important. We’re to act as the rear guard when the assault on the castle begins.”
human
Arakiya:  “Rear guard…”
gpt
Prisca:  “In other words, we’re to watch from behind while everyone else does the fighting.”
human
Arakiya:  Arakiya’s face went through a series of expressions as she learned the content of the message. First, her brow was knit in incomprehension; then her eyes went wide; and finally, she puffed out her cheeks in displeasure.
gpt
Arakiya:  “Princess… I think, maybe, they are making fun of us.”
human
Prisca:  “I’m sure she seeks to humiliate us, yes. That vixen is never above inflicting her little cruelties. But she would never be reckless enough to endanger the victory.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “What, then?”
human
Prisca:  “I think she believes she can win without seeking our help. Although, with that army at her command, I can’t say I entirely blame her.” Prisca, seeking to placate the annoyed Arakiya, gestured around them with a thrust of her chin.
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya looked in the direction she indicated and spotted a series of banners; several other private armies were encamped around them, just like Prisca’s.