The diamond

Having arrived at the edge of the village, the master sat down under a tree to rest for the night when, suddenly, a villager came running up to him. ‘The stone, the stone, give me the precious stone!’ he shouted.
‘What stone?’ the master asked.
‘Last night,’ the villager said, ‘an angel appeared to me in my dream. The angel told me that, if I were to go to the edge of the village at dusk, I would find a man under a tree. This man would give me a precious stone which would make me rich forever.’ The master rummaged in his travel bag and retrieved a stone. ‘The angel probably meant this one’ he said, giving the stone to the villager.
‘I found it a few days ago on a forest path. Here, take it.’
The man looked at the stone with admiration. It was a diamond the size of a fist of unimaginable value. The man accepted the stone and went home. But at night, he was unable to go to sleep. The whole night, he was tossing and turning in his bed. Something made him feel uneasy, there was something he wasn’t getting and that kept gnawing at him.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, he jumped out of bed and ran back to the man under the tree and said to him: ‘Master, will you help me attain the riches that enable you to give away this diamond so easily?’