He was not as frightened as he was before, and that worried him.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

Plot? What plot? We're all just spooning here, officer.

"Then he wandered, blind and miserable, through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and weeping and lamenting the loss of his lovely bride." The Prince finds by misadventure the hospitality of a country lord of unique appearance.