[It's a real shame Iskandar died two thousand years too early to truly appreciate this marvellous jab. He would laugh so hard if he understood it. But he doesn't so he just shrugs.]

You're the natural philosopher here.

[Iskandar looks around. Now, that they are sitting together and careful to keep their voices down, nobody bothers them. He sighs. There are so many books here...what would he give to have a fraction of this collection on his conquest.]

Books were rare in my time. I would have killed for half of what they have only in this room.

[He looks back at Hector. Something tells him that knowledge was equally scarce, difficult to get or even dangerous to possess, where he comes from.]

You know what is worst on a long campaign?