Chapter 27
And now six
years have already gone by… I have never yet told this story. The companions
who met me on my return were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I
told them: "I am tired."
Now my
sorrow is comforted a little. That is to say--not entirely. But I know that he
did go back to his planet, because I did not find his body at daybreak. It was
not such a heavy body… and at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like
five hundred million little bells…
But there is
one extraordinary thing… when I drew the muzzle for the little prince, I forgot
to add the to it. He will never have been able to it on
his sheep. So now I keep wondering: what is happening on his planet? Perhaps
the sheep has eaten the flower…
At one time
I say to myself: "Surely not! The little prince his flower under her
glass globe every night, and he watches over his sheep very carefully… "
Then I am happy. And there is sweetness in the laughter of all the stars.
But at
another time I say to myself: "At some moment or other one is
, and that is enough! On some one evening he forgot the glass
globe, or the sheep got out, without making any noise, in the night…" And
then the little bells are changed to tears…
Here, then,
is a great mystery. For you who also love the little prince, and for me,
nothing in the universe can be the same if somewhere, we do not know where, a
sheep that we never saw has--yes or no?--eaten a rose...
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!
This is, to
me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on
the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It
is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.
Look at it
carefully so that you will be sure to recognize it in case you travel some day
to the African desert. And, if you should , please do not
hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man
appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you
will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word
that he has come back.
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