The Fifth Mountain. Пауло Коэльо

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      Without explaining how such a miracle could come about, Elijah fainted.

      The woman stood gazing down at the man who lay at her feet. She knew that the God of Israel was a mere superstition; the Phoenician gods were more powerful, and they had made her country one of the most respected nations on earth. But she was happy; usually she had to ask others for alms, and now, as had not happened for a long time, a man needed her. This made her feel stronger, for it was manifest that there were those in worse circumstances than she.

      “If someone asks a favor of me, it is because I still have some use on this earth,” she reflected.

      “I’ll do as he asks, if only to relieve his suffering. I too have known hunger, and know its power to destroy the soul.”

      She went to her house and returned with a piece of bread and some water. She kneeled, placed the foreigner’s head in her lap, and began to moisten his lips. Within a few minutes, he had regained his senses.

      She held out the bread to him, and Elijah ate quietly, looking at the valley, the ravines, the mountains pointing silently heavenward. Elijah could see the reddish walls of the city of Zarephath dominating the passage through the valley.

      “Give me lodging with you, for I am persecuted in my own country,” Elijah said.

      “What crime have you committed?” she asked.

      “I’m a prophet of the Lord. Jezebel has ordered the death of all who refuse to worship the Phoenician gods.”

      “How old are you?”

      “Twenty-three,” Elijah replied.

      She looked pityingly at the young man before her. He had long, dirty hair and a beard that was still sparse, as if he wished to appear older than his years. How could a poor fellow like this challenge the most powerful princess in the world?

      “If you’re Jezebel’s enemy, you’re my enemy too. She is a princess of Tyre, whose mission when she married your king was to convert your people to the true faith, or so say those who have met her.”

      She pointed toward one of the peaks that framed the valley.

      “Our gods have lived on the Fifth Mountain for many generations, and they have kept peace in our country. But Israel lives in war and suffering. How can you go on believing in the One God? Give Jezebel time to carry out her work and you’ll see that peace will reign in your cities too.”

      “I have heard the voice of the Lord,” Elijah replied. “But your people have never climbed to the top of the Fifth Mountain to discover what exists there.”

      “Anyone who climbs the Fifth Mountain will die from the fire of the heavens. The gods don’t like strangers.”

      She fell silent. She had remembered dreaming, the night before, of a very strong light. From the midst of that light came a voice saying: “Receive the stranger who comes seeking you.”

      “Give me lodging with you, for I have nowhere to sleep,” Elijah insisted.

      “I told you that I’m poor. I barely have enough for myself and my son.”

      “The Lord asked you to let me stay; He never abandons those He loves. Do what I ask of you. I will work for you. I’m a carpenter, I know how to work cedar; there will be no lack of something to do. This way, the Lord will use my hands to keep His promise: The barrel of meal shall not waste, neither shall the cruse of oil fail, until the day the Lord sendeth rain upon the earth.”

      “Even if I wished to, I would have no way to pay you.”

      “There is no need. The Lord will provide.”

      Confused by the previous night’s dream, and even with the knowledge that the stranger was an enemy of the princess of Tyre, the woman decided to obey.

      ELIJAH’S PRESENCE WAS SOON NOTICED BY THE NEIGHBORS. People commented that the widow had taken a foreigner into her house, in disrespect of the memory of her husband—a hero who had died attempting to expand his country’s trade routes.

      When she heard the rumors, the widow explained that he was an Israelite prophet, weary from hunger and thirst. And word spread that an Israelite prophet in flight from Jezebel was hiding in the city. A delegation went to see the high priest.

      “Bring the foreigner to my presence,” he ordered.

      And it was done. That afternoon, Elijah was led to the man who, together with the governor and the leader of the military, controlled all that took place in Akbar.

      “What have you come here to do?” he asked. “Do you not know that you are our country’s enemy?”

      “For years I have had commerce with Lebanon, and I respect your people and their customs. I am here because I am persecuted in Israel.”

      “I know the reason,” said the high priest. “Was it a woman who made you flee?”

      “In all my life, that woman was the most beautiful creature I have ever met, though I stood before her for only a brief moment. But her heart is like stone, and behind those green eyes hides the enemy who wishes to destroy my country. I did not flee; I await only the right moment to return.”

      The high priest laughed.

      “If you’re waiting for the right moment to return, prepare yourself to remain in Akbar for the rest of your life. We are not at war with your country; all we desire is to see the spread of the true faith, by peaceful means, throughout the world. We have no wish to repeat the atrocities committed by your people when you installed yourselves in Canaan.”

      “Is killing prophets a peaceful means?”

      “If you cut off a monster’s head, it ceases to exist. A few may die, but religious wars will be averted forever. And, from what the traders tell me, it was a prophet named Elijah who started all this, then fled.”

      The high priest stared at him, before continuing.

      “A man who looked much like you.”

      “It is I,” Elijah replied.

      “Excellent. Welcome to the city of Akbar; when we need something from Jezebel, we will pay for it with your head—the most important currency we have. Till then, seek out employment and learn to fend for yourself, because here there is no place for prophets.”

      Elijah was preparing to depart, when the high priest told him, “It seems that a young woman from Sidon is more powerful than your One God. She succeeded in erecting an altar to Baal, before which the old priests now kneel.”

      “Everything will happen as was written by the Lord,” replied the prophet. “There are moments when tribulations occur in our lives, and we cannot avoid them. But they are there for some reason.”

      “What reason?”

      “That is a question we cannot answer before, or even during, the trials. СКАЧАТЬ