Chapter 8 "The Shepherd Boy's Fantastic Journey" Finale

When night fell, the boy walked into the small deserted church.The fig tree was still growing there, in the dressing room, and the stars were still blinking from the half-destroyed roof.He remembered the last time he and his sheep had been here...it had been a peaceful night, save for the dream. Now he came here again, no longer with a flock of sheep, but with a shovel. He sat there for a while gazing at the sky, then took a bottle of wine from his backpack and sipped some.He thought of drinking with the alchemist one night and looking at the stars, and of the many roads he had traveled, and the strange way God had chosen to tell him where the treasure was.If he hadn't believed in that recurring dream, he wouldn't have met that gypsy, or that old king, or that thief, or... "Oh, that's a long list. But the way is written in the omens, So I will never go wrong," he said to himself.

He woke up, and when he woke up, the sun was already high.He started digging up from the base of the fig tree. "You old witch!" the boy yelled to the sky, "you know everything, You even left a piece of gold in that monastery so I could have money to come back to this church.The monk laughed when he saw me going back in a mess, why can't you do a good job and save me such trouble? " "Oh no," the boy heard a voice in the wind say, "If I told you first, you wouldn't have seen the pyramids. Don't you think they're beautiful?" The boy smiled.He continued digging, and half an hour later his spade struck something hard, and an hour later he had before him a chest of Spanish gold coins, precious gems, some solid gold masks inlaid with red and white Feathers, and stone statues studded with gems.These treasures were probably obtained by someone when he conquered the country. As a result, the conqueror was too late to take them away, and forgot to tell his descendants about the existence of these treasures.

The boy took the Urim and the Thummim out of the bag.He had only used these two gems once, that morning when he was in a market.His life and his way had given him enough omens to tell him where to go. He put the Urim and the Thummim in the chest, and they were also part of the new treasure, because they reminded him of the old king, and he knew they would never see each other again. Life is always generous to those who have the courage to live up to their destiny, the boy thought, and it was true.Then he remembered that he had to go to Tailifa and give a tenth of the treasure to the gypsy woman, which was his promise. "Gypsies are so clever," he thought, "perhaps it's because they travel all over the world!"

The wind was blowing again, it was the Levantine wind, blowing from the other end of Africa.At the moment it brings, not the smell of the desert, nor the threat of a Moorish invasion.What it brought was a scent he was familiar with, and a kiss that came from far, far away.It fell slowly, slowly, until it touched his lips lightly. The boy is smiling.This is the first time she has done so. "Here I am, Fatima," he said. complete book