The boy and the old man had an argument.

It was about the boy leaving, and it went on for a long time.  In the end, as young men do, the boy ran with the argument unfinished.  The old man’s voice rang in his ears, words he wouldn’t be able to forget.

The old man watched him, and for a little while he followed the boy as he followed the caravan.  He watched his apprentice move in the night’s shadows and in the rays of the sun.

When he finally left him, he did so with a wide, crooked smile.


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