"If they still seem infinitely long to me, the several thousand
kilometers which separate me from the instant when, my task
accomplished, I shall at last find oblivion in the cloister for the
things for which I was not made, let me tell you this;--the several
hundred kilometers which still separate us from Shikh-Salah seem to me
infinitely short to traverse in your company."
On the pale water of the little pool, motionless and fixed like a
silver nail, a star had just been born.
"Shikh-Salah," I murmured, my heart full of an indefinable sadness.
"Patience, we are not there yet."
In truth, we never were to be there.
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