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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| The tribal chieftain said that he felt sorry for the tribesmen, but | ||
| that the Tradition was sacred. He condemned the commander to | ||
| death without honor. Rather than being killed by a blade or a bullet, | ||
| he was hanged from a dead palm tree, where his body twisted in the | ||
| desert wind. | ||
| The tribal chieftain called for the boy, and presented him with | ||
| fifty pieces of gold. He repeated his story about Joseph of Egypt, and | ||
| asked the boy to become the counselor of the oasis. | ||
| WHEN THE SUN HAD SET, AND THE FIRST STARS MADE their appearance, the | ||
| boy started to walk to the south. He eventually sighted a single tent, | ||
| and a group of Arabs passing by told the boy that it was a place | ||
| inhabited by genies. But the boy sat down and waited. | ||
| Not until the moon was high did the alchemist ride into view. He | ||
| carried two dead hawks over his shoulder. | ||
| “I am here,” the boy said. | ||
| “You shouldn’t be here,” the alchemist answered. “Or is it your | ||
| Personal Legend that brings you here?” | ||
| “With the wars between the tribes, it’s impossible to cross the | ||
| desert. So I have come here.” | ||
| The alchemist dismounted from his horse, and signaled that the | ||
| boy should enter the tent with him. It was a tent like many at the | ||
| oasis. The boy looked around for the ovens and other apparatus | ||
| used in alchemy, but saw none. There were only some books in a | ||
| pile, a small cooking stove, and the carpets, covered with | ||
| mysterious designs. | ||
| “Sit down. We’ll have something to drink and eat these hawks,” | ||
| said the alchemist. | ||
| The boy suspected that they were the same hawks he had seen | ||
| on the day before, but he said nothing. The alchemist lighted the | ||
| fire, and soon a delicious aroma filled the tent. It was better than the | ||
| scent of the hookahs. | ||
| “Why did you want to see me?” the boy asked. | ||
| “Because of the omens,” the alchemist answered. “The wind told | ||
| me you would be coming, and that you would need help.” | ||
| “It’s not I the wind spoke about. It’s the other foreigner, the | ||
| Englishman. He’s the one that’s looking for you.” | ||
| “He has other things to do first. But he’s on the right track. He | ||
| has begun to try to understand the desert.” | ||
| “And what about me?” | ||
| “When a person really desires something, all the universe | ||
| conspires to help that person to realize his dream,” said the | ||
| alchemist, echoing the words of the old king. The boy understood. | ||
| Another person was there to help him toward his Personal Legend. | ||
| “So you are going to instruct me?” | ||
| “No. You already know all you need to know. I am only going to | ||
| point you in the direction of your treasure.” | ||
| “But there’s a tribal war,” the boy reiterated. | ||
| “I know what’s happening in the desert.” | ||
| “I have already found my treasure. I have a camel, I have my | ||
| money from the crystal shop, and I have fifty gold pieces. In my own | ||
| country, I would be a rich man.” | ||
| “But none of that is from the Pyramids,” said the alchemist. | ||
| “I also have Fatima. She is a treasure greater than anything else I | ||
| have won.” | ||
| “She wasn’t found at the Pyramids, either.” | ||
| They ate in silence. The alchemist opened a bottle and poured a | ||
| red liquid into the boy’s cup. It was the most delicious wine he had | ||
| ever tasted. | ||
| “Isn’t wine prohibited here?” the boy asked | ||
| “It’s not what enters men’s mouths that’s evil,” said the | ||
| alchemist. “It’s what comes out of their mouths that is.” | ||
| The alchemist was a bit daunting, but, as the boy drank the wine, | ||
| he relaxed. After they finished eating they sat outside the tent, | ||
| under a moon so brilliant that it made the stars pale. | ||
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