"Yes, you do," said the prince.

"Very well," said the fairy.

The prince was not used to be spoken to in this fashion, so he felt
a little angry, and turned and walked away. But this did not offend
the fairy. She stood at the door of her little house looking
after him till the trees hid him quite. Then she said "At last!"
and went in.

The prince wandered and wandered, and got nowhere. The sun sank
and sank and went out of sight, and he seemed no nearer the end
of the wood than ever. He sat down on a fallen tree, ate a bit
of bread the old woman had given him, and waited for the moon;
for, although he was not much of an astronomer, he knew the moon
would rise some time, because she had risen the night before.
Up she came, slow and slow, but of a good size, pretty nearly
round indeed; whereupon, greatly refreshed with his piece of bread,
he got up and went--he knew not whither.

After walking a considerable distance, he thought he was coming
to the outside of the forest; but when he reached what he thought
the last of it, he found himself only upon the edge of a great open
space in it, covered with grass. The moon shone very bright,
and he thought he had never seen a more lovely spot. Still it looked
dreary because of its loneliness, for he could not see the house at
the other side. He sat down, weary again, and gazed into the glade.
He had not seen so much room for several days.