He can say to himself, ‘Somewhere, my flower is there.......‘ But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars willbe darkened. And you think that is not important!"
He could not say anything more. His words were choked bysobbing. The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop frommy hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, orthirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him: "The flower that you love is notin danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will drawyou a railing to put around your flower. I will......."
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blun-dering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I couldovertake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears. - P43