He carried two dead hawks over his shoulder. “I am here,” the boy said.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the alchemist answered. “Or is it your Personal Legend that brings you here?”
“With the wars between the tribes, it’s impossible to cross the desert. So I have come here.”
The alchemist dismounted from his horse, and signaled that the boy should enter the tent with him.
It was a tent like many at the oasis. The boy looked around for the ovens and other apparatus used in alchemy, but saw none.
There were only some books in a pile, a small cooking stove, and the carpets, covered with mysterious designs.
“Sit down. We’ll have something to drink and eat these hawks,” said the alchemist.
The boy suspected that they were the same hawks he had seen on the day before, but he said nothing.
The alchemist lighted the fire, and soon a delicious aroma filled the tent. It was better than the scent of the hookahs.
“Why did you want to see me?” the boy asked. “Because of the omens,” the alchemist answered.
“The wind told me you would be coming, and that you would need help.”
It’s not I the wind spoke about. It’s the other foreigner, the Englishman. He’s the one that’s looking for you.”
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