It feared He prevented it. He was even so But he did not obtain to forget the book. in so easy way it, the book, was there in its hands However, as that old one did not make the use being able of them of that workmanship for proper benefit, if had it in hands? Already wise person! Clearly! The book was destined it The old one certainly would be a predestined soul to deliver that gift to it. In its initial refusal in accepting the gift, it treated to again place the book in its destination was it there with, with its treasure in the hands. It arrived in anxious house, finally, and with a joy still contained.

To have in the hands the power to possess the world excessively seemed something heavy, but at the same time possible and desirable. It liveed alone, just transferred of job. The city was small, did not have in it great attractive. To study the secrets of that book would be its bigger pastime. Already it was night. It wanted to read the book, to initiate its search to the infinite and the occult one. It was without a doubt somebody special thing. It felt a cold in the spine.

It had fear of the invisible one. A natural emotion, it wanted to say itself exactly. It tried the crystal ball. It was concentrated, it tateou it, encircling with its hands, dedilhando an imaginary piano in thrush of that magical crystal It asked for to the occult forces of the universe quiet that showed the future to it It looked at well deep. Franziu the forehead, made a great effort, a certain physical force even. However, nothing it could see. The ball did not show nothing to it, nor a breach of future at least, or any another thing, that it was not its translucent beauty.