Chapter 8
I soon
learned to know this flower better. On the little prince's planet the flowers
had always been very simple. They had only one of petals; ; they were a trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear in
the grass, and by night they would have faded peacefully away. But one day,
from a seed from no one knew where, a new flower had come up; and the
little prince had watched very closely over this small which was not
like any other small sprouts on his planet. It might, you see, have been a new
kind of baobab.
The
soon stopped growing, and began to get ready to produce a flower. The little
prince, who was present at the first appearance of a , felt at once
that some sort of miraculous apparition must emerge from it. But the flower was
not satisfied to complete the preparations for her beauty . She chose her colors with the greatest care. She dressed herself
slowly. She adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the
world , like the . It was only in the full radiance of
her beauty that she wished to appear. Oh, yes! She was a coquettish creature!
And her mysterious adornment lasted for days and days.
Then one
morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.
And, after
working with all this precision, she and said: "Ah! I
am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all
disarranged..." But the
little prince could not restrain his admiration: "Oh!
How beautiful you are!" "Am I
not?" the flower responded, sweetly. "And I was born at the
same moment as the sun..."
The little
prince could guess easily enough that she was not any too modest--but how
--and exciting--she was!
"I
think it is time for breakfast," she added an instant later. "If
you would have the kindness to think of my needs--"
And the
little prince, completely , went to look for a of fresh
water. So, he tended the flower.
So, too, she
began very quickly to torment him with her vanity--which was, if the truth be
known, a little difficult to deal with. One day, for instance, when she was
speaking of her four thorns, she said to the little prince:
"There
are no tigers on my planet," the little prince objected. "And,
anyway, tigers do not eat weeds."
"I am
not a weed," the flower replied, sweetly.
"Please
excuse me..."
"I am
not at all afraid of tigers," she went on, "but I have a
horror of . I suppose you wouldn't have a for me?"
"A
horror of drafts--that is bad luck, for a plant," remarked the little
prince, and added to himself, "This flower is a very complex creature..."
"At
night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live.
In the place I came from--"
But she
interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed. She
could not have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having let
herself be caught , she coughed two or
three times, in order to put the little prince in the wrong.
"The
screen?" "I was
just going to look for it when you spoke to me ..." Then she
forced her cough a little more so that he should suffer from remorse just the
same.
So the
little prince, in spite of all the good will that was inseparable from his
love, had soon come to doubt her. He had taken seriously words which were
without importance, and it made him very unhappy.
" not to have listened to her," he confided to me one day. "One
never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and
breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to
take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much,
should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity."
And he
continued his confidences:
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