A monk dressed in black came to the gates. They spoke for a few minutes in the Coptic tongue,
and the alchemist bade the boy enter.
“I asked him to let me use the kitchen for a while,” the alchemist smiled.
They went to the kitchen at the back of the monastery.
The alchemist lighted the fire, and the monk brought him some lead, which the alchemist placed in an iron pan.
When the lead had become liquid, the alchemist took from his pouch the strange yellow egg.
He scraped from it a sliver as thin as a hair, wrapped it in wax,
and added it to the pan in which the lead had melted.
The mixture took on a reddish color, almost the color of blood.
The alchemist removed the pan from the fire, and set it aside to cool.
As he did so, he talked with the monk about the tribal wars.
I think they’re going to last for a long time,he said to the monk.
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