Night in the Australian jungle.
Samuel, Brian and Frans made a campfire. They sat around the fire.
"One hundred days. So how many days are there left to a hundred days?" asked Samuel. He wasn't sure he could count it since when. It could be a hundred days since Cezar's letter was written. Or one hundred counted since the letter arrived.
"Now it has been four days since the date of the letter," said Frans.
Everyone is silent.
"It feels, if our practice is just like this. We will not experience rapid development. We have to find teachers whose knowledge is far above us. But where? And who?" Samuel didn't know where to study.
"The best teacher is only your father, King Alexander. No one can match his abilities. You can learn from him and pretend to comply with his wishes," said Br
