Chapter 2 the world and stranger

That evening he again went out on the balcony. He had placed the candle directly behind him, because he knew that a shadow always likes to use its master as a screen, but he could not coax it forth. He made himself short and he made himself tall, but there was no shadow. It didn't come forth. He hemmed and he hawed, but it was no use.

He swing his sword to let he be ready. "Help"

"Help"

The scholar cut the grass and a woman who full of bruise and bloody

Needed a help.

"What happened?" Scholar said

"Wa....war..... There is a war" a woman said

"Hey!!! A war?" Scholar uttered but a woman cannot talk anymore the woman finger pointing at the right side of the tree and then when he turn his head back to the woman, his eye widened , the woman disappeared.

"What kind of world I have?" The scholar said to himself.

The learned man went home and wrote books about those things in the world that are true, that are good, and that are beautiful.