“Because my friend here has traveled for many months in order to meet with him,” the boy said.
“If such a man is here at the oasis, he must be the very powerful one,” said the old man after thinking for a few moments.
“Not even the tribal chieftains are able to see him when they want to. Only when he consents.
“Wait for the end of the war. Then leave with the caravan. Don’t try to enter into the life of the oasis,” he said, and walked away.
But the Englishman was exultant. They were on the right track.
Finally, a young woman approached who was not dressed in black.
She had a vessel on her shoulder, and her head was covered by a veil, but her face was uncovered.
The boy approached her to ask about the alchemist. At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him.
When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence,
he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—
the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart.
It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert.
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