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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| There were almost two hundred people gathered there, and four | ||
| hundred animals—camels, horses, mules, and fowl. In the crowd | ||
| were women, children, and a number of men with swords at their | ||
| belts and rifles slung on their shoulders. The Englishman had | ||
| several suitcases filled with books. There was a babble of noise, and | ||
| the leader had to repeat himself several times for everyone to | ||
| understand what he was saying. | ||
| “There are a lot of different people here, and each has his own | ||
| God. But the only God I serve is Allah, and in his name I swear that I | ||
| will do everything possible once again to win out over the desert. | ||
| But I want each and every one of you to swear by the God you | ||
| believe in that you will follow my orders no matter what. In the | ||
| desert, disobedience means death.” | ||
| There was a murmur from the crowd. Each was swearing quietly | ||
| to his or her own God. The boy swore to Jesus Christ. The | ||
| Englishman said nothing. And the murmur lasted longer than a | ||
| simple vow would have. The people were also praying to heaven for | ||
| protection. | ||
| A long note was sounded on a bugle, and everyone mounted up. | ||
| The boy and the Englishman had bought camels, and climbed | ||
| uncertainly onto their backs. The boy felt sorry for the Englishman’s | ||
| camel, loaded down as he was with the cases of books. | ||
| “There’s no such thing as coincidence,” said the Englishman, | ||
| picking up the conversation where it had been interrupted in the | ||
| warehouse. “I’m here because a friend of mine heard of an Arab | ||
| who…” | ||
| But the caravan began to move, and it was impossible to hear | ||
| what the Englishman was saying. The boy knew what he was about | ||
| to describe, though: the mysterious chain that links one thing to | ||
| another, the same chain that had caused him to become a shepherd, | ||
| that had caused his recurring dream, that had brought him to a city | ||
| near Africa, to find a king, and to be robbed in order to meet a | ||
| crystal merchant, and… | ||
| The closer one gets to realizing his Personal Legend, the more | ||
| that Personal Legend becomes his true reason for being, thought the | ||
| boy. | ||
| The caravan moved toward the east. It traveled during the | ||
| morning, halted when the sun was at its strongest, and resumed late | ||
| in the afternoon. The boy spoke very little with the Englishman, who | ||
| spent most of his time with his books. | ||
| The boy observed in silence the progress of the animals and | ||
| people across the desert. Now everything was quite different from | ||
| how it was that day they had set out: then, there had been confusion | ||
| and shouting, the cries of children and the whinnying of animals, all | ||
| mixed with the nervous orders of the guides and the merchants. | ||
| But, in the desert, there was only the sound of the eternal wind, | ||
| and of the hoofbeats of the animals. Even the guides spoke very | ||
| little to one another. | ||
| “I’ve crossed these sands many times,” said one of the camel | ||
| drivers one night. “But the desert is so huge, and the horizons so | ||
| distant, that they make a person feel small, and as if he should | ||
| remain silent.” | ||
| The boy understood intuitively what he meant, even without | ||
| ever having set foot in the desert before. Whenever he saw the sea, | ||
| or a fire, he fell silent, impressed by their elemental force. | ||
| I’ve learned things from the sheep, and I’ve learned things from | ||
| crystal, he thought. I can learn something from the desert, too. It | ||
| seems old and wise. | ||
| The wind never stopped, and the boy remembered the day he | ||
| had sat at the fort in Tarifa with this same wind blowing in his face. | ||
| It reminded him of the wool from his sheep…his sheep who were | ||
| now seeking food and water in the fields of Andalusia, as they | ||
| always had. | ||
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