第二十五章[第2页/共6页]

I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, his eyes closed. It was as sweet as some special festival treat. This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment. Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a present. When I was a little boy, the lights of the Christmas tree, the music of the Midnight Mass, the tenderness of smiling faces, used to make up, so, the radiance of the gifts I received.

"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."I had drunk the water. I breathed easily. At sunrise the sand is the color of honey. And that honey color was making me happy, too. What brought me, then, this sense of grief "You must keep your promise," said the little prince, softly, as he sat down beside me once more.

“他们是找不到的。”我答复道。

I had been so proud of my baobabs!

And I added, with some hesitancy:"Perhaps it was because of the anniversary"The little prince flushed once more. He never answered questions― but when one flushes does that not mean "Yes""Ah," I said to him, "I am a little frightened―"But he interrupted me.