The thief wasn’t there, and the owner brought him a cup of tea.
I can always go back to being a shepherd, the boy thought. I learned how to care for sheep, and I haven’t forgotten how that’s done.
But maybe I’ll never have another chance to get to the Pyramids in Egypt.
The old man wore a breastplate of gold, and he knew about my past. He really was a king, a wise king.
The hills of Andalusia were only two hours away, but there was an entire desert between him and the Pyramids.
Yet the boy felt that there was another way to regard his situation: he was actually two hours closer to his treasure…
the fact that the two hours had stretched into an entire year didn’t matter.
I know why I want to get back to my flock, he thought. I understand sheep; they’re no longer a problem, and they can be good friends.
On the other hand, I don’t know if the desert can be a friend, and it’s in the desert that I have to search for my treasure.
If I don’t find it, I can always go home. I finally have enough money, and all the time I need. Why not?
He suddenly felt tremendously happy. He could always go back to being a shepherd.
He could always become a crystal salesman again. Maybe the world had other hidden treasures, but he had a dream, and he had met with a king.
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