XXVI Beside the well there was the ruin of an old stone

wall. When I came back from my work, the next evening, I saw from some distance

away my little price sitting on top of a wall, with his feet dangling. And I

heard him say: "Then you don't remember. This is not the exact spot."

Another voice must have answered him, for he replied to it: "Yes, yes! It

is the right day, but this is not the place." I continued my walk toward

the wall. At no time did I see or hear anyone. The little prince, however,

replied once again: " — Exactly. You will see where my track begins, in

the sand. You have nothing to do but wait for me there. I shall be there

tonight." I was only twenty meters from the wall, and I still saw nothing.

After a silence the little prince spoke again: "You have good poison? You

are sure that it will not make me suffer too long?" I stopped in my

tracks, my heart torn asunder; but still I did not understand. "Now go

away," said the little prince. "I want to get down from the

wall."

●▽●I

dropped my eyes, then, to the foot of the wall — and I leaped into the air.

There before me, facing the little prince, was one of those yellow snakes that

take just thirty seconds to bring your life to an end. Even as I was digging

into my pocked to get out my revolver I made a running step back. But, at the

noise I made, the snake let himself flow easily across the sand like the dying

spray of a fountain, and, in no apparent hurry, disappeared, with a light

metallic sound, among the stones.

●▽●I

reached the wall just in time to catch my little man in my arms; his face was

white as snow. "What does this mean?" I demanded. "Why are you

talking with snakes?" I had loosened the golden muffler that he always

wore. I had moistened his temples, and had given him some water to drink. And

now I did not dare ask him any more questions. He looked at me very gravely,

and put his arms around my neck. I felt his heart beating like the heart of a

dying bird, shot with someone's rifle... "I am glad that you have found

what was the matter with your engine," he said. "Now you can go back

home — " "How do you know about that?" I was just coming to tell

him that my work had been successful, beyond anything that I had dared to hope.

He made no answer to my question, but he added:

"I, too, am going back home today..." Then, sadly

— "It is much farther... It is much more difficult..." I realized

clearly that something extraordinary was happening. I was holding him close in

my arms as if he were a little child; and yet it seemed to me that he was

rushing headlong toward an abyss from which I could do nothing to restrain

him... His look was very serious, like some one lost far away. "I have

your sheep. And I have the sheep's box. And I have the muzzle..."