The Valkyries by Paulo Coelho Read Free Book Online

sensation that her soul had grown.
    She had never asked Paulo to teach her anything—she believed in God, and that was sufficient. She respected her husband’s search, but—perhaps because she was so close to him, or because she knew that he had the same defects as other men—she had never taken an interest in it.
    But she didn’t know Gene. He had said: “Try to look at the horizon. Pay attention to your second mind.” And she had done so. Now, with her soul that had grown, she was discovering how good it was, and how much time she had wasted before.
    “Why do we need to speak with our angels?” Chris asked, breaking the silence.
    “To discover through them,” replied Gene.
    Gene wasn’t bothered by the comment. If she had asked the question of Paulo, he would have been angry.
    They said an Our Father and a Hail Mary. Then the American said that they could go back down.
    “That’s it?” Paulo asked, disappointed.
    “I wanted to bring you here so my angel could see that I had done as my angel asked,” Gene answered. “I have nothing else to teach you. If you want to learn more, seek out the Valkyries.”

Chapter 15
     
    T HEY MADE THE RETURN TRIP IN AWKWARD silence, interrupted only when Gene had to indicate which turn should be taken. No one was interested in conversation—Paulo, because he thought that Gene had tricked him; Chris, because Paulo might be irritated at her comments, feeling that she was spoiling everything; and Gene, because he knew that the Brazilians were disappointed, and because of this, would not talk about J. and his techniques.
    “You are wrong about one thing,” Paulo said when they arrived at the trailer. “It was not an angel that we met up with yesterday. It was a guy driving a truck.”
    For a fraction of a second, Chris thought there would be no response—the hostility between the two men was growing stronger and stronger. The American turned and began to walk in the direction of his home, but suddenly he stopped.
    “I want to tell you a story my father told me,” he said. “A master and his disciple were walking together in the desert. The master was teaching his charge that he could always trust in God, since he was aware of everything.
    “Night fell, and they decided to pitch camp. The master raised the tent, and the disciple wasgiven the assignment of tethering the horses to a rock. But, as he stood by the rock, he thought to himself:
The master is testing me. He said that God is aware of everything, and then asked me to tie up the horses. He wants to see whether or not I believe in God.
    “Instead of tethering the animals, he said a long prayer, and left the fate of the horses in God’s hands.
    “Next day, when they awoke, the horses were gone. Disappointed, the disciple complained to the master, saying that he no longer believed in him, since God had not taken care of everything, and had forgotten to watch over the horses.
    “‘You are wrong,’ the master answered. ‘God wanted to take care of the horses. But in order to do so, he needed to make use of your hands to tether them to the stone.’”

Chapter 16
     
    T HE YOUNG MAN LIT A SMALL GAS lantern that was hanging outside the trailer. The light dimmed the brilliance of the stars somewhat.
    “When we begin to think about our angels, they begin to manifest themselves. Their presence becomes closer and closer, more real. But, at the beginning, angels show themselves as they have done throughout our life: through others.
    “Your angel used that man. He must have been caused to leave his home early—something must have changed in his routine, altering everything so that he could be there just at the moment that you needed him. That is a miracle. Do not try to regard it as a common event.”
    Paulo said nothing.
    “Look,” Gene explained. “When we were climbing the mountain, I forgot the flashlight,” Gene went on. “You probably noticed that I was back at the car for quite a while. Whenever I forget