human
Priscilla:  "I urge you to remember that.” She was saying she was the very center of the world—and she said it so easily.
gpt
Balleroy:  Balleroy swallowed, struck by the pronouncement.
human
Gajeet:  Gajeet swallowed, struck by the pronouncement.
gpt
Gajeet:  “Hrrrahhh!”
human
Gajeet:  “Gagh!” —there was a husky shout, and a piece of rubble came flying in, striking Gajeet in the side of the head. He exclaimed with the impact, which was swiftly followed by a leaping figure holding another chunk of debris that slammed mercilessly into the sword slave’s head. Gajeet went down hard, his saber clattering as it skipped across the floor of the passageway.
gpt
Miles:  “Huh! Turning a weapon on the high countess. I’ve never heard of such insolence!”
human
Balleroy:  “M-Miles? Brother?” Balleroy said in shock.
gpt
Miles:  “Fine work you did, standing around like an idiot! What if Count Pendleton’s wife had been hurt while you were dithering? What then, ya great bozo?”
human
Balleroy:  “I’m not an idiot or a bozo, Brother…,” Balleroy said, his shoulders slumping. His older brother might have been shouting so angrily that spit was flying from his mouth, but at the same time, his presence started to relieve the sense of isolation that had been gripping Balleroy. The thought banished the clouds that had made it so hard to decide how to deal with Gajeet.
gpt
Priscilla:  “They say even the biggest containers have lids that will close them. Although I must say, your lid is a rather unpleasant-looking one.” There was a smile on her lips as she spoke.
human
Balleroy:  “Never been much of a thinker. I’ve always let Miles be the brains.”
gpt
Miles:  “Hmm? What are you talking about? Bah, who cares! Young mistress, are you all right? The high countess has been worried!” Miles, mostly ignoring Balleroy, hefted Gajeet up off the ground and tried to see if Priscilla was unhurt. Gajeet was evidently still alive, for he groaned quietly, but his conviction had fled him.
human
Balleroy:  “She sure is. Not a scratch on her. Just like the high countess wanted!”
gpt
Miles:  “Shut yer hole! I wasn’t asking you! Why should I trust you anyway? You were just standing there watching the enemy! The one who saved the young mistress from danger was me! Miles!”
human
Priscilla:  “You are as bad as he is. This is no time to be squalling like a cat in heat. I am not hurt. Now let’s go.” She promptly turned around.