“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.
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