“Many lives will be saved, because I was able to see through to the Soul of the World.”
The sword didn’t fall. Instead, the stranger lowered it slowly, until the point touched the boy’s forehead.
It drew a droplet of blood. 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.
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