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I replied, "Yes, that is so." And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.

"The desert is beautiful," the little prince added.

And that was true. I have always loved the desert.

One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing.

Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams . . .

"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere ithides a well . . ."

I was astonished by a sudden understanding of that mysterious radiation of the sands.

When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there.

To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it.

But it cast an enchantment over that house.

My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart . . .

"Yes," I said to the little prince.

"The house, the stars, the desert--what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!"

"I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."

As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more.

I felt deeply moved, and stirred.

It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure.

It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth.

In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself:

"What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible . . ."

As his lips opened slightly with the suspicion 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.

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