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<h6>Author</h6>
<h1>Paulo Coelho</h1>
<h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6>
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The boy was relieved. He got up to pay the bill, but the owner
grabbed him and began to speak to him in an angry stream of
words. The boy was strong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a
foreign country. His new friend pushed the owner aside, and pulled
the boy outside with him. “He wanted your money,” he said.
“Tangier is not like the rest of Africa. This is a port, and every port
has its thieves.”
The boy trusted his new friend. He had helped him out in a
dangerous situation. He took out his money and counted it.
“We could get to the Pyramids by tomorrow,” said the other,
taking the money. “But I have to buy two camels.”
They walked together through the narrow streets of Tangier.
Everywhere there were stalls with items for sale. They reached the
center of a large plaza where the market was held. There were
thousands of people there, arguing, selling, and buying; vegetables
for sale amongst daggers, and carpets displayed alongside tobacco.
But the boy never took his eye off his new friend. After all, he had all
his money. He thought about asking him to give it back, but decided
that would be unfriendly. He knew nothing about the customs of the
strange land he was in.
“I’ll just watch him,” he said to himself. He knew he was stronger
than his friend.
Suddenly, there in the midst of all that confusion, he saw the
most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The scabbard was embossed
in silver, and the handle was black and encrusted with precious
stones. The boy promised himself that, when he returned from
Egypt, he would buy that sword.
“Ask the owner of that stall how much the sword costs,” he said
to his friend. Then he realized that he had been distracted for a few
moments, looking at the sword. His heart squeezed, as if his chest
had suddenly compressed it. He was afraid to look around, because
he knew what he would find. He continued to look at the beautiful
sword for a bit longer, until he summoned the courage to turn
around.
All around him was the market, with people coming and going,
shouting and buying, and the aroma of strange foods…but nowhere
could he find his new companion.
The boy wanted to believe that his friend had simply become
separated from him by accident. He decided to stay right there and
await his return. As he waited, a priest climbed to the top of a
nearby tower and began his chant; everyone in the market fell to
their knees, touched their foreheads to the ground, and took up the
chant. Then, like a colony of worker ants, they dismantled their
stalls and left.
The sun began its departure, as well. The boy watched it through
its trajectory for some time, until it was hidden behind the white
houses surrounding the plaza. He recalled that when the sun had
risen that morning, he was on another continent, still a shepherd
with sixty sheep, and looking forward to meeting with a girl. That
morning he had known everything that was going to happen to him
as he walked through the familiar fields. But now, as the sun began
to set, he was in a different country, a stranger in a strange land,
where he couldn’t even speak the language. He was no longer a
shepherd, and he had nothing, not even the money to return and
start everything over.
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