But he kept quiet, because he had heard what the alchemist said to the monk.
“And this is for me,” said the alchemist, keeping one of the parts.
Because I have to return to the desert, where there are tribal wars.
He took the fourth part and handed it to the monk. “This is for the boy. If he ever needs it.”
“But I’m going in search of my treasure,” the boy said. “I’m very close to it now.”
“And I’m certain you’ll find it,” the alchemist said. “Then why this?”
Because you have already lost your savings twice. Once to the thief, and once to the general.
I’m an old, superstitious Arab, and I believe in our proverbs.
There’s one that says, ‘Everything that happens once can never happen again.
But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.’”
They mounted their horses. “I want to tell you a story about dreams,” said the alchemist.
The boy brought his horse closer. “In ancient Rome, at the time of Emperor Tiberius,
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