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time comes, you’ll know what I’m preparing.”
     
    ***
    In the late afternoon, Zidane sits on the top of a rock at the top of a mountain, and he looks at the orange sky as the sun is setting on the horizon.
    He leans his right elbow on his knee and his fingers are holding a small stone.
    His right hand swings several times while he thinks of his past, his present and also his future.
    And once more he feels alone before a gigantic silent mountain.
    At the same time he feels the lack of a family he never had but he wishes to have, he also feels the lack of friends and a female companion.
    Within him there is an enormous desire to be in love and be loved by a special woman that opens her arms and receives him like the one and only man of her life and her eternity.
    Then, the small stone is shot out of his hand and reaches the firm land. At that moment he realises that this’ll never be possible.
    First −because he is sentenced to live away from people and this includes women.
    Second – the woman he desires at that moment doesn’t have much time to live.
    And his countenance wrinkles at his anguished feelings that supply him every day, every second, and every instant.
     
    Then he thinks it would have been better if he hadn’t come to this world and not to have experienced the bitter sensations in his atrocious life.

Chapter 17
     
     
     
    04:04 pm
     
    “Where are you going?” Murad questions as he stares at the cavern opening and sees Zidane is standing, covering his body in a long black cape.
    “I need to see someone,” he answers as he is fitting the fabrics to his left fist.
    “You cannot return to live together with people!” Murad insists annoyed.
    However , Zidane remains resolute at his plan.
    “I need to know if that person is well.”
    He turns his back and walks out of the cavern.
    “I’ll come back soon.”
    Murad runs to the opening and sees the boy walking towards the forest, then his squeal echoes among the trees.
    “Take care! And don’t permit them to see you!”
    Zidane, even from the back, raises his hand and waves goodbye to the old man that still observes him going away.
     
    ***
     
    He walks through a mount and stops in front of a landscape below him where he sees the entire village.
    That is, houses, people passing through there, animals in the pasture and some children playing in an area in the fresh air.
    Then his gaze runs in the direction of Norton’s house and he tries to approach more and more, but before that, he takes care of himself and puts his hood on his head.
    The young boy walks slowly among more than a few people and he stops between two houses that are from the other side of Norton’s house. A few minutes later, he sees two women that are leaving their homes.
    Amarilis is walking beside her aunt and her arm is leaning on Lyra’s arm.
    Zidane tries to hide behind the wall of a house for fear that Lyra might see him there. But his gaze is still fixed on Amarilis’s image, as usual in her long dark dress.
    The girl stops walking as soon as she glances to her right and says, “I know this smell.”
    Lyra stares at the face of her niece and asks, “ What smell Amarilis?”
    “He’s close by,” Amarilis says in a low voice so Lyra cannot hear. “He’s here.”
    The young witch glances at all sides and up and down and her agitation is clear to Zidane, and he knows she feels he’s near.
    At that moment he gazes at the witch once more and then he runs to the back of the house and goes away from the village.
     
    11:45 pm
     
    The yellow fire grows more and more at the same time as Zidane puts little by little some firewood pieces on it. Thereupon, he sits on top of a rock and Murad is already seated on the other side of the bonfire facing Zidane.
    “You’re silent today.”
    The old man says as he sees the boy’s downcast face.
    “Didn’t you get to see who you wanted to see?”
    “Yes, I did,” the boy answers as he looks at the ground and then back at