the Philosopher’s Stone, and the Elixir of Life.
But, above all, I learned that these things are all so simple that they could be written on the surface of an emerald.
The Englishman was disappointed. The years of research, the magic symbols, the strange words, and the laboratory equipment…
none of this had made an impression on the boy. His soul must be too primitive to understand those things, he thought.
He took back his books and packed them away again in their bags.
Go back to watching the caravan,he said.That didn’t teach me anything, either.
The boy went back to contemplating the silence of the desert, and the sand raised by the animals.
“Everyone has his or her own way of learning things,” he said to himself.
“His way isn’t the same as mine, nor mine as his. But we’re both in search of our Personal Legends, and I respect him for that.”
The caravan began to travel day and night. The hooded Bedouins reappeared more and more frequently,
and the camel driver—who had become a good friend of the boy’s—explained that the war between the tribes had already begun.
The caravan would be very lucky to reach the oasis. The animals were exhausted, and the men talked among themselves less and less.
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