The shepherd boy called Santiago reached the small abandoned church with his herd, the night was peaceful except for the
dream he had the same before one week....
now he was not with his flock,but with a shovel.He sat looking at the sky for a long time. then he took his knapsack a bottle of wine, and drank some.he remembered the night in the desert when he had sat with the alchemist,as they looked at the stars and drank wine together. He thought of the many roads he had travelled,and of the strange way God had chosen to show him histreasuse. If he hadn''t believed in the significance of recurrent dreams,he would not have met the Gypsy woman, the king, the thief,.... its along list and in the auther''s word ''the path was written in the omens, and there was no way he could go wrong''.
he fell asleep, and when he awoke the sun was already high. he began to dig at the base of the sycamore.he was hearing so many things which were some what discouraging him; but he
smiled at,and continued digging . HAlf an hour later,his shovel hit something solid. An hour later, he had before his chest of chest of Spanish gold coins. There were also precious
stones, gold masks adorned with red and white feathers, and stone statues embedded with jewels. The spoils of a conquest that the country had long ago forgotten, and that some conquistador had failed to tell his children about.
The boy took out the Urim and Thummim from his bag. he had used the two stones only once, one morning when he was at a marketplace. His life and his path had always provided him with enough omens. he placed the Urim and Thummim in the chest. They were also a part of his new treasure,because they were a reminder of the old king., whom he would never see again.
It''s true; life really is generous to those who pursue their destiny, the boy thought. Then he remembered that he had to get to Tarifa so he could give one-tenth of his treasure to the gypsy woman, as he had promised.
The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn''t bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invation. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss - a kiss that came from far away, slowly, until it rested on his lips.
the boy smiled. It was the first time she had done that.she fatima;
and he said "I''m coming Fatima"........