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As they spoke, Paulo became aware that the voice on the public address system was continually announcing flight departures. He began to feel tense, fearing there wouldn't be enough time to complete their conversation.
"Even though I don't want to know 'how' or 'where,' you taught me that there is a question we should always ask as we undertake something. I'm asking you that question now: Why? Why must I do this?"
"Because people always kill the things they love," J. replied.
As Paulo pondered the mystery of this answer, once again he heard a departure announced.
"That's my plane," J. said. "I have to go."
"But I don't understand your answer to my question."
Asking Paulo to pay the bill, J. quickly wrote something on a paper napkin.
Placing the napkin on the table in front of his disciple, J. said, "During the last century, a man wrote about what I've just said to you. But it's been true for many generations."
Paulo picked up the napkin. For a fraction of a second, he thought it might contain a magic formula. But it was a verse from a poem.
And each man kills the thing he loves,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
The waiter came with the change, but Paulo didn't notice. He couldn't stop looking at those terrible words.
"And so, the task," J. said after a long silence. "It's needed to break that curse."
"One way or another," Paulo said slowly, "I have wound up destroying what I've loved. I've seen my dreams fall apart just when I seemed about to achieve them. I always thought that was just the way life was. My life and everyone else's."
"The curse can be broken," J. repeated, "if you complete the task."
They walked through the noisy airport in silence. J. was thinking about the books that his disciple had written. He thought about Chris, Paulo's wife. He knew that Paulo was being drawn toward the magical initiation that appears at one time or another in everyone's life.
He knew that Paulo was on the brink of seeing one of his greatest dreams realized.
And this meant danger, because J.'s disciple was like all human beings: He was going to find that he did not necessarily deserve all that he had received.
But he didn't tell Paulo any of this.
"The women of your country are beautiful," J. said with a smile, as they arrived at the passport control line. "I hope I can come back."
But Paulo spoke seriously.
"So that's what the task is for," he said, as his master handed over his passport for stamping. "To break the curse."
And J. answered, just as seriously. "It's for love. For victory. And for the glory of God."
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THEY HAD BEEN DRIVING FOR ALMOST SIX HOURS. FOR THE hundredth time, he asked the woman at his side if they were on the right road.
For the hundredth time, she looked at the map. Yes, they were going the right way, even though their surroundings were green, and a river ran nearby, and there were trees along the road.
