I don’t know if I’ll be able to find life in the desert, the boy thought. I don’t know the desert that well yet.
He wanted to say so to the alchemist, but he was afraid of the man.
They reached the rocky place where the boy had seen the hawks in the sky, but now there was only silence and the wind.
“I don’t know how to find life in the desert,” the boy said. “I know that there is life here, but I don’t know where to look.”
“Life attracts life,” the alchemist answered. And then the boy understood.
He loosened the reins on his horse, who galloped forward over the rocks and sand.
The alchemist followed as the boy’s horse ran for almost half an hour.
They could no longer see the palms of the oasis—only the gigantic moon above them, and its silver reflections from the stones of the desert.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the boy’s horse began to slow.
“There’s life here,” the boy said to the alchemist. “I don’t know the language of the desert, but my horse knows the language of life.”
They dismounted, and the alchemist said nothing. Advancing slowly, they searched among the stones.
The alchemist stopped abruptly, and bent to the ground. There was a hole there among the stones.
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