She decided to move away while he was sleeping.
I can find the camp on my own, without the prince’s help, she thought. Nowhere will I be dependent on him.
In the middle of the night, while the prince slept, she slipped away with minimal noise. She followed the direction of the Pole Star and walked straight on.
At the first ray of sun, the prince awoke. He rubbed his face and glanced across the log where the princess had rested. After the events of the night, he did not want to see her crying face.
“Princess, we must hurry to find the camp,” he called.
No reply. He assumed she was angry and silent, sighed, and after a pause asked again if she was alright. Still no response. Looking around, he did not see her. He called out, thinking she might be nearby, but silence met him. His eyebrow
