Chapter 9
I believe
that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild
birds. On the morning of his departure he put his planet in perfect order. He
carefully cleaned out his active volcanoes. He possessed two active volcanoes;
and they were very convenient for heating his breakfast in the morning. He also
had one volcano that was extinct. But, as he said, "One never
knows!" So he cleaned out the extinct volcano, too. If they are well
cleaned out, volcanoes burn slowly and , without any eruptions. Volcanic
eruptions are like fires in a chimney.
On our earth
we are obviously much too small to clean out our volcanoes. That is why they
bring no end of trouble upon us.
The little
prince also , with a certain sense of , the last little
shoots of the baobabs. He believed that he would never want to return. But on
this last morning all these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And
when he watered the flower for the last time, and prepared to place her under
the shelter of her glass globe, he realized that he was very close to tears.
"Goodbye," he
said to the flower.
But she made
no answer.
"Goodbye," he
said again.
The flower
coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.
"I have
been ," she said to him, at last. "I ask your forgiveness.
Try to be happy..."
He was
surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all , the
glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet
sweetness.
"Of
course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault
that you have not known it . That is of no importance. But
you--you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... Let the glass
globe be. I don't want it any more."
"But
the wind--"
"My
cold is not so bad as all that... The cool night air will do me good. I am a
flower."
"But
the animals--"
"Well,
I must the presence of two or three if I wish the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And if
not the butterflies--and the caterpillars--? You will be
far away... As for the large animals--I am not at all afraid of any of them.
I have my claws."
And,
naďvely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added: ". You have decided to go away. Now go!" For she did
not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower.
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