Nunez liked beautiful things. He loved the snow and the glaciers above the valley. ‘They are the most beautiful things in the world,’ he thought, ‘and I am very grateful because I can see.’ He was thinking this when he heard a voice.
‘Hey! Bogota! Come down here!’
Nunez stood up and smiled. ‘I’m going to play at trick. I won’t make a sound, and they won’t be able to find me.’
‘Why don’t you move, Bogota?’ the voice asked.
Nunez smiled and moved two steps away from the path.
‘Do not stand on the grass, Bogota. It is not allowed.’
Nunez was amazed. He didn’t even hear himself move.
The owner of the voice ran up the path towards him.
Nunez stepped on to the path again. `Here I am,’ he said.
`Why did you not come when I called you?’ the blind man asked. `Are you a child? Can you not hear the path when you walk on it?’
Nunez laughed. `I can see it. I don’t need to hear it!’
The man paused. `See? What do you mean? There is no such word.’ The man started to walk. `Follow the sound of my feet,’ he said.
Nunez followed him, but he was feeling a little annoyed.
`There is much to learn in this world,’ said the man.
`Don’t you know, ` said Nunez, `that in the Country of the Blind, the One-eyed Man Is King!’
`What is blind?’ asked the man.
Days and days passed. Nunez wanted to be king in the valley. He didn’t like working at night and sleeping during the day. He wanted to change this, but the valley people didn’t listen. For them, the ‘king’ was just a child.