“Maybe this is an omen,” said the Englishman, half aloud. “Who told you about omens?”
The boy’s interest was increasing by the moment. “Everything in life is an omen,” said the Englishman, now closing the journal he was reading.
There is a universal language, understood by everybody, but already forgotten.”
I am in search of that universal language, among other things. That’s why I’m here.”
I have to find a man who knows that universal language. An alchemist.”
The conversation was interrupted by the warehouse boss. “You’re in luck, you two,” the fat Arab said.
“There’s a caravan leaving today for Al-Fayoum.” “But I’m going to Egypt,” the boy said.
“Al-Fayoum is in Egypt,” said the Arab. “What kind of Arab are you?”
“That’s a good luck omen,” the Englishman said, after the fat Arab had gone out.
If I could, I’d write a huge encyclopedia just about the words luck and coincidence.
It’s with those words that the universal language is written.
He told the boy it was no coincidence that he had met him with Urim and Thummim in his hand.
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