Selim began to weave a tale of a hidden cistern beneath the city where the water turned to liquid silver under a full moon. He spoke of ancient keys lost in the silt and a door that only opened for a man who had forgotten his own name. Elias was mesmerized. He could almost feel the damp air of the underground and see the shimmer of the silver water.
Elias smiled, leaned back, and began: "Once, in a city far from here, I found a key that fit no lock..."
Selim took a slow sip of his tea and pointed to his sign. "Dime dime bedava, my friend. I have told you the path, but the ending belongs to the one who pays the toll." The Merchant's Lesson "What is the toll?" Elias asked, reaching for his wallet.
