moment that it would be better to pay her fee and leave without learning a thing, that he was giving too much importance to his recurrent dream.
'You came so that you could learn about your dreams,' said the old woman. 'And dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language, I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand. But, whichever it is, I'm going to charge you for the consultation.'
Another trick, the boy thought. But he decided to take a chance. A shepherd always takes his chances with wolves and with drought, and that's what makes a shepherd's life exciting.
'I have had the same dream twice,' he said. 'I dreamed that I was in a field with my sheep, when a child appeared and began to play with the animals. I don't like people to do that, because the sheep are afraid of strangers. But children always seem to be able to play with them without frightening them. I don't know why. I don't know how animals know the age of human beings.'
'Tell me more about your dream,' said the woman. 'I have to get back to my cooking, and, since you don't have much money, I can't give you a lot of time.'
'The child went on playing with my sheep for quite a while,' continued the boy, a bit upset. 'And suddenly, the child took me by both hands and transported me to the Egyptian pyramids.'
He paused for a moment to see if the woman knew what the Egyptian pyramids were. But she said nothing.
'Then, at the Egyptian pyramids,'—he said the last three words slowly, so that the old woman would understand—'the child said to me, If you come here, you will find a hidden treasure.' And, just as she was about to show me the exact location, I woke up. Both times.'
The woman was silent for some time. Then she again took his hands and studied them carefully.
'I'm not going to charge you anything now,' she said. 'But I want one-tenth of the treasure, if you find it.'
The boy laughed—out of happiness. He was going to be able to save the little money he had because of a dream about hidden treasure!
'Well, interpret the dream,' he said.
'First, swear to me. Swear that you will give me one-tenth of your treasure in exchange for what I am going to tell you.'
The shepherd swore that he would. The old woman asked him to swear again while looking at the image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
'It's a dream in the language of the world,' she said. 'I can interpret it, but the interpretation is very difficult. That's why I feel that I deserve a part of what you find.
'And this is my interpretation: you must go to the Pyramids in Egypt. I have never heard of them, but, if it was a child who showed them to you, they exist. There you will find a treasure that will make you a rich man.'
The boy was surprised, and then irritated. He didn't need to seek out the old woman for this! But then he remembered that he wasn't going to have to pay anything.
'I didn't need to waste my time just for this,' he said.
'I told you that your dream was a difficult one. It's the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary; only wise men are able to understand them. And since I am not wise, I have had to learn other arts, such as the reading of palms.'
'Well, how am I going to get to Egypt?'
'I only interpret dreams. I don't know how to turn them into reality. That's why I have to live off what my daughters provide me with.'
'And what if I never get to Egypt?'
'Then I don't get paid. It wouldn't be the first time.'
And the woman told the boy to leave, saying she had already wasted too much time with him.
So the boy was disappointed; he decided that he would never again believe in dreams. He remembered that he had a number of things he had to take care of: he went to the market for something to eat, he traded his book for one that was thicker, and he found a bench in the plaza where he could sample the new wine he had bought. The day was hot, and the wine was refreshing. The sheep were at the gates of the city, in a stable that belonged to a friend. The boy knew a lot of people in the city. That was what made traveling appeal to him—he always made new friends, and he didn't need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.
He decided to wait until the sun had sunk a bit lower in the sky before following his flock back through the fields. Three days from now, he would be with the merchant's daughter.
He started to read the book he had bought. On the very first page it described a burial ceremony. And the names of the people involved were very difficult to pronounce. If he ever wrote a book, he thought, he would present one person at a time, so that the reader wouldn't have to worry about memorizing a lot of names.
When he was finally able to concentrate on what he was reading, he liked the book better; the burial was on a snowy day, and he welcomed the feeling of being cold. As he read on, an old man sat down at his side and tried to strike up a conversation.
'What are they doing?' the old man asked, pointing at the people in the plaza.
'Working,' the boy answered dryly, making it look as if he wanted to concentrate on his reading.
Actually, he was thinking about shearing his sheep in front of the merchant's daughter, so that she could see that he was someone who was capable of doing difficult things. He had already imagined the scene many times; every time, the girl became fascinated when he explained that the sheep had to be sheared from back to front. He also tried to remember some good stories to relate as he sheared the sheep. Most of them he had read in books, but he would tell them as if they were from his personal experience. She would never know the difference, because
