"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.