He was a little discouraged. But he made one more effort:
You know, it will be very nice. I, too, shall look at the stars.
All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley.
All the stars will pour out fresh water for me to drink... "I said nothing.
That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...
And he too said nothing more, becuase he was crying.
Here it is. Let me go on by myself.
And he sat down, because he was afraid.
Then he said, again: You know– my flower... I am responsible for her. And she is so weak!
She is so naive! She has four thorns, of no use at all, to protect herself against all the world...
I too sat down, because I was not able to stand up any longer.
There now...that is all...
He still hesitated a little; then he got up.
He took one step. I could not move.
There was nothing but a flash of yellow close to his ankle.
He remained motionless for an instant.
He did not cry out.
He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound, because of the sand.