As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half-smile, I said to myself, again: ”What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower-- the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is asleep...” And I felt him to be more fragile still. I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of wind...
And, as I walked on so, I found the well, at daybreak
”The men where you live,” said the little prince, ”raise five thousand roses in the same garden-- and they do not find in it what they are looking for.”
”They do not find it,” I replied.
”And yet what they are looking for could be found in one single rose, or in a little water.”
”Yes, that is true,” I said.
And the little prince added:
”But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart...”
But I was not reassured. I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed...
”You have good poison? You are sure that it will not make me suffer too long?”
”I am glad that you have found what was the matter with your engine,” he said. ”Now you can go back home--”
”I, too, am going back home today...”
Then, sadly--
”It is much farther... it is much more difficult...”
”And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens... they will all be your friends. And, besides, I am going to make you a present...”
He laughed again.
”Ah, little prince, dear little prince! I love to hear that laughter!”
”That is my present. Just that. It will be as it was when we drank the water...”
”What are you trying to say?”
”All men have the stars,” he answered, ”but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems . For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You-- you alone-- will have the stars as no one else has them--”
”What are you trying to say?”
”In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... you-- only you-- will have stars that can laugh!”
And he laughed again.
”And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... and your friends w ill be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!‘ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you...”
And he laughed again.
”It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh...”
And he laughed again. Then he quickly became serious:
”Tonight-- you know... do not come,” said the little prince.
”I shall not leave you,” I said.
”I shall look as if I were suffering. I shall look a little as if I were dying. It is like that. Do not come to see that. It is not worth the trouble...”
”I shall not leave you.”
But he was worried.
”I tell you-- it is also because of the snake. He must not bite you. Snakes-- they are malicious creatures. This one might bite you just for fun...”
”I shall not leave you.”
But a thought came to reassure him:
”It is true that they have no more poison for a second bite.”
That night I did not see him set out on his way. He got away from me without making a sound. When I succeeded in catching up with him he was walking along with a quick and resolute step. He said to me merely:
”Ah! You are there...”
And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying.
”It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look as if I were dead; and that will not be true...”
I said nothing.
Look up at the sky. Ask yourselves: is it yes or no? Has the sheep eaten the flower? And you will see how everything changes...
And no grown-up will ever understand that this is a matter of so much importance!
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