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Current bid:. Increase your maximum bid:. This is a private listing and your identity will not be disclosed to anyone except the seller. He had understood the story the old king hadtold him. A shepherd may like to travel, but he should never forget about hissheep.
The old man looked at the boy and, with his hands held together, madeseveral strange gestures over the boy's head. Then, taking his sheep, hewalked away. Fromatop its walls, one can catch a glimpse of Africa.
Melchizedek, the king ofSalem, sat on the wall of the fort that afternoon, and felt the levanterblowing in his face. The sheep fidgeted nearby, uneasy with their newowner and excited by so much change.
All they wanted was food and water. Melchizedek watched a small ship that was plowing its way out of the port. That was his work. The gods should not have desires, because they don't have destinies.
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Butthe king of Salem hoped desperately that the boy would be successful. It's too bad that he's quickly going to forget my name, he thought.
I shouldhave repeated it for him. Then when he spoke about me he would say that Iam Melchizedek, the king of Salem. But an old king sometimes has totake some pride in himself. He was sitting in a bar very much like the other bars he had seen along thenarrow streets of Tangier. Some men were smoking from a gigantic pipethat they passed from one to the other. In just a few hours he had seen menwalking hand in hand, women with their faces covered, and priests thatclimbed to the tops of towers and chanted—as everyone about him went totheir knees and placed their foreheads on the ground.
As a child in church, he hadalways looked at the image of Saint Santiago Matamoros on his white horse,his sword unsheathed, and figures such as these kneeling at his feet.
Theboy felt ill and terribly alone. The infidels had an evil look about them. Besides this, in the rush of his travels he had forgotten a detail, just onedetail, which could keep him from his treasure for a long time: only Arabicwas spoken in this country.
The owner of the bar approached him, and the boy pointed to a drink thathad been served at the next table. It turned out to be a bitter tea.
The boypreferred wine. But he didn't need to worry about that right now. What he had to beconcerned about was his treasure, and how he was going to go aboutgetting it. The sale of his sheep had left him with enough money in hispouch, and the boy knew that in money there was magic; whoever hasmoney is never really alone.
Before long, maybe in just a few days, hewould be at the Pyramids. An old man, with a breastplate of gold, wouldn'thave lied just to acquire six sheep.
The old man had spoken about signs and omens, and, as the boy wascrossing the strait, he had thought about omens. He had discovered that thepresence of a certain bird meant that a snake was nearby, and that acertain shrub was a sign that there was water in the area. The sheep hadtaught him that. If God leads the sheep so well, he will also lead a man, he thought, and thatmade him feel better. The tea seemed less bitter. The boy was relieved. He was thinking about omens, and someone hadappeared.
The new arrival was a youngman in Western dress, but the color of his skin suggested he was from thiscity. He was about the same age and height as the boy.
We're only two hours from Spain. I hate this tea. He almostbegan to tell about his treasure, but decided not to do so. If he did, it waspossible that the Arab would want a part of it as payment for taking himthere. He remembered what the old man had said about offering somethingyou didn't even have yet.
I can pay you to serve as myguide. The boy noticed that the owner of the bar stood nearby, listening attentivelyto their conversation. He felt uneasy at the man's presence. But he hadfound a guide, and didn't want to miss out on an opportunity.
I need to know whether you have enough. But he trusted in the old man, whohad said that, when you really want something, the universe alwaysconspires in your favor. Theowner of the bar came over and looked, as well. The two men exchangedsome words in Arabic, and the bar owner seemed irritated. He got up to pay the bill, but the owner grabbed himand began to speak to him in an angry stream of words.
The boy wasstrong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a foreign country. His newfriend pushed the owner aside, and pulled the boy outside with him.
This is aport, and every port has its thieves. He had helped him out in a dangeroussituation. He took out his money and counted it. Everywherethere were stalls with items for sale. They reached the center of a largeplaza where the market was held. There were thousands of people there,arguing, selling, and downloading; vegetables for sale amongst daggers, andcarpets displayed alongside tobacco.
But the boy never took his eye off hisnew friend. After all, he had all his money. He thought about asking him togive it back, but decided that would be unfriendly. He knew nothing aboutthe customs of the strange land he was in. He knew he was stronger than hisfriend. Suddenly, there in the midst of all that confusion, he saw the most beautifulsword he had ever seen.
The scabbard was embossed in silver, and thehandle was black and encrusted with precious stones. The boy promisedhimself that, when he returned from Egypt, he would download that sword.
Then he realized that he had been distracted for a few moments,looking at the sword. His heart squeezed, as if his chest had suddenlycompressed it. He was afraid to look around, because he knew what hewould find. He continued to look at the beautiful sword for a bit longer, untilhe summoned the courage to turn around. All around him was the market, with people coming and going, shouting anddownloading, and the aroma of strange foods… but nowhere could he find hisnew companion.
He decided to stay right there and await his return. As he waited, a priest climbed to the top of a nearby tower and began hischant; everyone in the market fell to their knees, touched their foreheads tothe ground, and took up the chant. Then, like a colony of worker ants, theydismantled their stalls and left. The sun began its departure, as well. The boy watched it through itstrajectory for some time, until it was hidden behind the white housessurrounding the plaza.
He recalled that when the sun had risen thatmorning, he was on another continent, still a shepherd with sixty sheep, andlooking forward to meeting with a girl. That morning he had knowneverything that was going to happen to him as he walked through thefamiliar fields. But now, as the sun began to set, he was in a differentcountry, a stranger in a strange land, where he couldn't even speak thelanguage. He was no longer a shepherd, and he had nothing, not even themoney to return and start everything over.
All this happened between sunrise and sunset, the boy thought. He wasfeeling sorry for himself, and lamenting the fact that his life could havechanged so suddenly and so drastically. He was so ashamed that he wanted to cry. He had never even wept in frontof his own sheep. But the marketplace was empty, and he was far fromhome, so he wept. He wept because God was unfair, and because this wasthe way God repaid those who believed in their dreams.
When I had my sheep, I was happy, and I made those around me happy. People saw me coming and welcomed me, he thought. But now I'm sad andalone. I'm going to become bitter and distrustful of people because oneperson betrayed me. I'm going to hate those who have found their treasurebecause I never found mine. And I'm going to hold on to what little I have,because I'm too insignificant to conquer the world.
He opened his pouch to see what was left of his possessions; maybe therewas a bit left of the sandwich he had eaten on the ship. But all he foundwas the heavy book, his jacket, and the two stones the old man had givenhim. As he looked at the stones, he felt relieved for some reason.
He hadexchanged six sheep for two precious stones that had been taken from agold breastplate. He could sell the stones and download a return ticket. But thistime I'll be smarter, the boy thought, removing them from the pouch so hecould put them in his pocket. This was a port town, and the only truthfulthing his friend had told him was that port towns are full of thieves. They were his treasure. Just handling them made himfeel better. They reminded him of the old man.
The boy was trying to understand the truth of what the old man had said. There he was in the empty marketplace, without a cent to his name, andwith not a sheep to guard through the night. But the stones were proof thathe had met with a king—a king who knew of the boy's past. The old man had said to ask very clear questions, and to dothat, the boy had to know what he wanted.
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So, he asked if the old man'sblessing was still with him. He took out one of the stones. He stuck his hand into the pouch, and felt around for one of the stones. Ashe did so, both of them pushed through a hole in the pouch and fell to theground. The boy had never even noticed that there was a hole in his pouch. He knelt down to find Urim and Thummim and put them back in the pouch. But as he saw them lying there on the ground, another phrase came to hismind.
An omen. The boy smiled to himself. He picked up the two stones and putthem back in his pouch. He didn't consider mending the hole—the stonescould fall through any time they wanted. He had learned that there werecertain things one shouldn't ask about, so as not to flee from one's owndestiny. But the stones had told him that the old man was still with him, and thatmade him feel more confident.
He looked around at the empty plaza again,feeling less desperate than before. This wasn't a strange place; it was anew one.
After all, what he had always wanted was just that: to know new places. Oh, if they only knew how different things are justtwo hours by ship from where they are, he thought.
Although his new worldat the moment was just an empty marketplace, he had already seen it whenit was teeming with life, and he would never forget it. He remembered thesword. It hurt him a bit to think about it, but he had never seen one like itbefore. As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choosebetween thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as anadventurer in quest of his treasure.
He had fallen asleep in themiddle of the marketplace, and life in the plaza was about to resume. Looking around, he sought his sheep, and then realized that he was in anew world. But instead of being saddened, he was happy. He no longer hadto seek out food and water for the sheep; he could go in search of histreasure, instead.
He had not a cent in his pocket, but he had faith. He haddecided, the night before, that he would be as much an adventurer as theones he had admired in books. He walked slowly through the market.
The merchants were assembling theirstalls, and the boy helped a candy seller to do his. The candy seller had asmile on his face: he was happy, aware of what his life was about, andready to begin a day's work. His smile reminded the boy of the old man—the mysterious old king he had met.
He realized thathe could do the same thing the old man had done—sense whether a personwas near to or far from his destiny.
Just by looking at them. It's easy, andyet I've never done it before, he thought. When the stall was assembled, the candy seller offered the boy the firstsweet he had made for the day. The boy thanked him, ate it, and went onhis way. When he had gone only a short distance, he realized that, whilethey were erecting the stall, one of them had spoken Arabic and the otherSpanish.
And they had understood each other perfectly well. There must be a language that doesn't depend on words, the boy thought. I've already had that experience with my sheep, and now it's happening withpeople. Some of them were things that he hadalready experienced, and weren't really new, but that he had neverperceived before.
And he hadn't perceived them because he had becomeaccustomed to them. He realized: If I can learn to understand this languagewithout words, I can learn to understand the world.
Relaxed and unhurried, he resolved that he would walk through the narrowstreets of Tangier. Only in that way would he be able to read the omens. Heknew it would require a lot of patience, but shepherds know all aboutpatience. Once again he saw that, in that strange land, he was applying thesame lessons he had learned with his sheep. He had been in the same place for thirty years: a shop atthe top of a hilly street where few customers passed. Now it was too late tochange anything—the only thing he had ever learned to do was to download andsell crystal glassware.
There had been a time when many people knew ofhis shop: Arab merchants, French and English geologists, German soldierswho were always well-heeled. In those days it had been wonderful to beselling crystal, and he had thought how he would become rich, and havebeautiful women at his side as he grew older. But, as time passed, Tangier had changed. The nearby city of Ceuta hadgrown faster than Tangier, and business had fallen off.
Neighbors movedaway, and there remained only a few small shops on the hill. And no onewas going to climb the hill just to browse through a few small shops. But the crystal merchant had no choice.
He had lived thirty years of his lifedownloading and selling crystal pieces, and now it was too late to do anythingelse. He spent the entire morning observing the infrequent comings and goings inthe street. He had done this for years, and knew the schedule of everyonewho passed. But, just before lunchtime, a boy stopped in front of the shop.
He was dressed normally, but the practiced eyes of the crystal merchantcould see that the boy had no money to spend. Nevertheless, the merchantdecided to delay his lunch for a few minutes until the boy moved on. The boy saw a man appear behind the counter.
In his pouch, he had his jacket—he certainly wasn't goingto need it in the desert. Taking the jacket out, he began to clean theglasses. In half an hour, he had cleaned all the glasses in the window, and,as he was doing so, two customers had entered the shop and bought somecrystal.
When he had completed the cleaning, he asked the man for something toeat.
He put a sign on the door, and they went to a small caf? As they satdown at the only table in the place, the crystal merchant laughed. And both you and I needed to cleanse ourminds of negative thoughts. Two customers came in today while you were working,and that's a good omen.
But they really don'tknow what they're saying. Just as I hadn't realized that for so many years Ihad been speaking a language without words to my sheep. In return, I needmoney to get to Egypt tomorrow. There are thousands of kilometers ofdesert between here and there. No sound from the bazaars, no arguments among the merchants,no men climbing to the towers to chant.
No hope, no adventure, no oldkings or destinies, no treasure, and no Pyramids. It was as if the world hadfallen silent because the boy's soul had. He sat there, staring blanklythrough the door of the caf? The merchant looked anxiously at the boy. All the joy he had seen thatmorning had suddenly disappeared. The boy said nothing. He got up, adjusted his clothing, and picked up hispouch. The merchant spent the entire day mumbling behind the counter,telling the boy to be careful with the pieces and not to break anything.
But he stayed with the job because the merchant, although he was an oldgrouch, treated him fairly; the boy received a good commission for eachpiece he sold, and had already been able to put some money aside. Thatmorning he had done some calculating: if he continued to work every dayas he had been, he would need a whole year to be able to download some sheep.
Hewas selling better than ever… as if time had turned back to the old dayswhen the street had been one of Tangier's major attractions. Why ask more out of life? But the merchant understood what the boy had said. The boy's verypresence in the shop was an omen, and, as time passed and money waspouring into the cash drawer, he had no regrets about having hired the boy. The boy was being paid more money than he deserved, because themerchant, thinking that sales wouldn't amount to much, had offered the boya high commission rate.
He had assumed he would soon return to hissheep. The treasure was now nothing but a painful memory, andhe tried to avoid thinking about it. Youcould build one in your backyard. Two days later, the merchant spoke to the boy about the display. If he makes a downloading mistake, it doesn't affect him much.
But wetwo have to live with our mistakes. We have to take advantage whenluck is on our side, and do as much to help it as it's doing to help us. It'scalled the principle of favorability. Or beginner's luck. The most important is to believe only in the one true God. The othersare to pray five times a day, fast during Ramadan, and be charitable to thepoor. His eyes filled with tears as he spoke of the Prophet. Hewas a devout man, and, even with all his impatience, he wanted to live hislife in accordance with Muslim law.
We areobliged, at least once in our lives, to visit the holy city of Mecca. When I was young, all Iwanted to do was put together enough money to start this shop. I thoughtthat someday I'd be rich, and could go to Mecca. I began to make somemoney, but I could never bring myself to leave someone in charge of theshop; the crystals are delicate things. At the same time, people werepassing my shop all the time, heading for Mecca.
Some of them were richpilgrims, traveling in caravans with servants and camels, but most of thepeople making the pilgrimage were poorer than I. They placed the symbolsof the pilgrimage on the doors of their houses. One of them, a cobbler whomade his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a yearthrough the desert, but that he got more tired when he had to walk throughthe streets of Tangier downloading his leather.
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