'You already know about alchemy. It is about penetrating to the Soul of the World, and discovering the treasure that has been reserved for you.'
'No, that's not what I mean. I'm talking about transforming lead into gold.'
The alchemist fell as silent as the desert, and answered the boy only after they had stopped to eat.
'Everything in the universe evolved,' he said. 'And, for wise men, gold is the metal that evolved the furthest. Don't ask me why; I don't know why. I just know that the Tradition is always right.
'Men have never understood the words of the wise. So gold, instead of being seen as a symbol of evolution, became the basis for conflict.'
'There are many languages spoken by things,' the boy said. 'There was a time when, for me, a camel's whinnying was nothing more than whinnying. Then it became a signal of danger. And, finally, it became just a whinny again.'
But then he stopped. The alchemist probably already knew all that.
'I have known true alchemists,' the alchemist continued. 'They locked themselves in their laboratories, and tried to evolve, as gold had. And they found the Philosopher's Stone, because they understood that when something evolves, everything around that thing evolves as well.
'Others stumbled upon the stone by accident. They already had the gift, and their souls were readier for such things than the souls of others. But they don't count. They're quite rare.
'And then there were the others, who were interested only in gold. They never found the secret. They forgot that lead, copper, and iron have their own destinies to fulfill. And anyone who interferes with the destiny of another thing never will discover his own.'
The alchemist's words echoed out like a curse. He reached over and picked up a shell from the ground.
'This desert was once a sea,' he said.
'I noticed that,' the boy answered.
The alchemist told the boy to place the shell over his ear. He had done that many times when he was a child, and had heard the sound of the sea.
'The sea has lived on in this shell, because that's its destiny. And it will never cease doing so until the desert is once again covered by water.'
They mounted their horses, and rode out in the direction of the Pyramids of Egypt.
*
The sun was setting when the boy's heart sounded a danger signal. They were surrounded by gigantic dunes, and the boy looked at the alchemist to see whether he had sensed anything. But he appeared to be unaware of any danger. Five minutes later, the boy saw two horsemen waiting ahead of them. Before he could say anything to the alchemist, the two horsemen had become ten, and then a hundred. And then they were everywhere in the dunes.
They were tribesmen dressed in blue, with black rings surrounding their turbans. Their faces were hidden behind blue veils, with only their eyes showing.
Even from a distance, their eyes conveyed the strength of their souls. And their eyes spoke of death.
*
The two were taken to a nearby military camp. A soldier shoved the boy and the alchemist into a tent where the chief was holding a meeting with his staff.
'These are the spies,' said one of the men.
'We're just travelers,' the alchemist answered.
'You were seen at the enemy camp three days ago. And you were talking with one of the troops there.'
'I'm just a man who wanders the desert and knows the stars,' said the alchemist. 'I have no information about troops or about the movement of the tribes. I was simply acting as a guide for my friend here.'
'Who is your friend?' the chief asked.
'An alchemist,' said the alchemist. 'He understands the forces of nature. And he wants to show you his extraordinary powers.'
The boy listened quietly. And fearfully.
'What is a foreigner doing here?' asked another of the men.
'He has brought money to give to your tribe,' said the alchemist, before the boy could say a word. And seizing the boy's bag, the alchemist gave the gold coins to the chief.
The Arab accepted them without a word. There was enough there to buy a lot of weapons.
'What is an alchemist?' he asked, finally.
'It's a man who understands nature and the world. If he wanted to, he could destroy this camp just with the force of the wind.'
The men laughed. They were used to the ravages of war, and knew that the wind could not deliver them a fatal blow. Yet each felt his heart beat a bit faster. They were men of the desert, and they were fearful of sorcerers.
'I want to see him do it,' said the chief.
'He needs three days,' answered the alchemist. 'He is going to transform himself into the wind, just to demonstrate his powers. If he can't do so, we humbly offer you our lives, for the honor of your tribe.'
'You can't offer me something that is already mine,' the chief said, arrogantly. But he granted the travelers three days.
