'You, who symbolize conduct of chivalry, who guards me when I was unconscious and those who have kept their faith in me. It arouses in me with a great sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me, always. I have been thinking about this when I was awake from my unconsciousness. What would be a rallying cry for our new nation? What will be our creed? Our words? Right now, we are at stalemate. Morale is low all around. And even though we are not in such a bad condition that we need to retreat…. truthfully we are in a crisis'
He sighed and there is a bitter smile on his face.
Then he added
'I…promise you a few days ago that I will bring you victory. I fail' he said slowly and then he followed up with
'When I should have prevailed'
'It is not your fault my lord!' a voice from the crowd yell to him trying to console him
Arial held up his hand.