The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought...
Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus...
The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty...
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.
When Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears...
“Why do you weep?” the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied...
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” the Goddesses said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, y...