He has lost his way in this thick wood.

Which direction took he?
Quick--point it out to me." "He--but wait; I will go with thee." "Good--good! Why, truly thou art better than thy looks.

Marry I do not think there's not another archangel with so right a heart as thine.

Wilt ride?
Wilt take the wee donkey that's for my boy, or wilt thou fork thy holy legs over this ill-conditioned slave of a mule that I have provided for myself ?--and had been cheated in too, had he cost but the indifferent sum of a month's usury on a brass farthing let to a tinker out of work." "No--ride thy mule, and lead thine ass; I am surer on mine own feet, and will walk." "Then prithee mind the little beast for me while I take my life in my hands and make what success I may toward mounting the big one." Then followed a confusion of kicks, cuffs, tramplings and plungings, accompanied by a thunderous intermingling of volleyed curses, and finally a bitter apostrophe to the mule, which must have broken its spirit, for hostilities seemed to cease from that moment.
With unutterable misery the fettered little King heard the voices and footsteps fade away and die out.

All hope forsook him, now, for the moment, and a dull despair settled down upon his heart.