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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| “No one can be from many places,” the boy said. “I’m a shepherd, | ||
| and I have been to many places, but I come from only one place— | ||
| from a city near an ancient castle. That’s where I was born.” | ||
| “Well then, we could say that I was born in Salem.” | ||
| The boy didn’t know where Salem was, but he didn’t want to ask, | ||
| fearing that he would appear ignorant. He looked at the people in | ||
| the plaza for a while; they were coming and going, and all of them | ||
| seemed to be very busy. | ||
| “So, what is Salem like?” he asked, trying to get some sort of clue. | ||
| “It’s like it always has been.” | ||
| No clue yet. But he knew that Salem wasn’t in Andalusia. If it | ||
| were, he would already have heard of it. | ||
| “And what do you do in Salem?” he insisted. | ||
| “What do I do in Salem?” The old man laughed. “Well, I’m the | ||
| king of Salem!” | ||
| People say strange things, the boy thought. Sometimes it’s better | ||
| to be with the sheep, who don’t say anything. And better still to be | ||
| alone with one’s books. They tell their incredible stories at the time | ||
| when you want to hear them. But when you’re talking to people, | ||
| they say some things that are so strange that you don’t know how to | ||
| continue the conversation. | ||
| “My name is Melchizedek,” said the old man. “How many sheep | ||
| do you have?” | ||
| “Enough,” said the boy. He could see that the old man wanted to | ||
| know more about his life. | ||
| “Well, then, we’ve got a problem. I can’t help you if you feel | ||
| you’ve got enough sheep.” | ||
| The boy was getting irritated. He wasn’t asking for help. It was | ||
| the old man who had asked for a drink of his wine, and had started | ||
| the conversation. | ||
| “Give me my book,” the boy said. “I have to go and gather my | ||
| sheep and get going.” | ||
| “Give me one-tenth of your sheep,” said the old man, “and I’ll tell | ||
| you how to find the hidden treasure.” | ||
| The boy remembered his dream, and suddenly everything was | ||
| clear to him. The old woman hadn’t charged him anything, but the | ||
| old man—maybe he was her husband—was going to find a way to | ||
| get much more money in exchange for information about something | ||
| that didn’t even exist. The old man was probably a Gypsy, too. | ||
| But before the boy could say anything, the old man leaned over, | ||
| picked up a stick, and began to write in the sand of the plaza. | ||
| Something bright reflected from his chest with such intensity that | ||
| the boy was momentarily blinded. With a movement that was too | ||
| quick for someone his age, the man covered whatever it was with | ||
| his cape. When his vision returned to normal, the boy was able to | ||
| read what the old man had written in the sand. | ||
| There, in the sand of the plaza of that small city, the boy read the | ||
| names of his father and his mother and the name of the seminary he | ||
| had attended. He read the name of the merchant’s daughter, which | ||
| he hadn’t even known, and he read things he had never told anyone. | ||
| “I’M THE KING OF SALEM,” THE OLD MAN HAD SAID. | ||
| “Why would a king be talking with a shepherd?” the boy asked, | ||
| awed and embarrassed. | ||
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