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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| The horseman was completely immobile, as was the boy. It | ||
| didn’t even occur to the boy to flee. In his heart, he felt a strange | ||
| sense of joy: he was about to die in pursuit of his Personal Legend. | ||
| And for Fatima. The omens had been true, after all. Here he was, | ||
| face-to-face with his enemy, but there was no need to be concerned | ||
| about dying—the Soul of the World awaited him, and he would soon | ||
| be a part of it. And, tomorrow, his enemy would also be a part of | ||
| that Soul. | ||
| The stranger continued to hold the sword at the boy’s forehead. | ||
| “Why did you read the flight of the birds?” | ||
| “I read only what the birds wanted to tell me. They wanted to | ||
| save the oasis. Tomorrow all of you will die, because there are more | ||
| men at the oasis than you have.” | ||
| The sword remained where it was. “Who are you to change what | ||
| Allah has willed?” | ||
| “Allah created the armies, and he also created the hawks. Allah | ||
| taught me the language of the birds. Everything has been written by | ||
| the same hand,” the boy said, remembering the camel driver’s | ||
| words. | ||
| The stranger withdrew the sword from the boy’s forehead, and | ||
| the boy felt immensely relieved. But he still couldn’t flee. | ||
| “Be careful with your prognostications,” said the stranger. | ||
| “When something is written, there is no way to change it.” | ||
| “All I saw was an army,” said the boy. “I didn’t see the outcome | ||
| of the battle.” | ||
| The stranger seemed satisfied with the answer. But he kept the | ||
| sword in his hand. “What is a stranger doing in a strange land?” | ||
| “I am following my Personal Legend. It’s not something you | ||
| would understand.” | ||
| The stranger placed his sword in its scabbard, and the boy | ||
| relaxed. | ||
| “I had to test your courage,” the stranger said. “Courage is the | ||
| quality most essential to understanding the Language of the World.” | ||
| The boy was surprised. The stranger was speaking of things that | ||
| very few people knew about. | ||
| “You must not let up, even after having come so far,” he | ||
| continued. “You must love the desert, but never trust it completely. | ||
| Because the desert tests all men: it challenges every step, and kills | ||
| those who become distracted.” | ||
| What he said reminded the boy of the old king. | ||
| “If the warriors come here, and your head is still on your | ||
| shoulders at sunset, come and find me,” said the stranger. | ||
| The same hand that had brandished the sword now held a whip. | ||
| The horse reared again, raising a cloud of dust. | ||
| “Where do you live?” shouted the boy, as the horseman rode | ||
| away. | ||
| The hand with the whip pointed to the south. | ||
| The boy had met the alchemist. | ||
| NEXT MORNING, THERE WERE TWO THOUSAND ARMED men scattered | ||
| throughout the palm trees at Al-Fayoum. Before the sun had | ||
| reached its high point, five hundred tribesmen appeared on the | ||
| horizon. The mounted troops entered the oasis from the north; it | ||
| appeared to be a peaceful expedition, but they all carried arms | ||
| hidden in their robes. When they reached the white tent at the | ||
| center of Al-Fayoum, they withdrew their scimitars and rifles. And | ||
| they attacked an empty tent. | ||
| The men of the oasis surrounded the horsemen from the desert | ||
| and within half an hour all but one of the intruders were dead. The | ||
| children had been kept at the other side of a grove of palm trees, | ||
| and saw nothing of what had happened. The women had remained | ||
| in their tents, praying for the safekeeping of their husbands, and | ||
| saw nothing of the battle, either. Were it not for the bodies there on | ||
| the ground, it would have appeared to be a normal day at the oasis. | ||
| The only tribesman spared was the commander of the battalion. | ||
| That afternoon, he was brought before the tribal chieftains, who | ||
| asked him why he had violated the Tradition. The commander said | ||
| that his men had been starving and thirsty, exhausted from many | ||
| days of battle, and had decided to take the oasis so as to be able to | ||
| return to the war. | ||
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