A great fear came upon the poor boy. Lonely as his life had been, he had
never known what it was to be absolutely alone. A kind of despair seized
him--no violent anger or terror, but a sort of patient desolation.

"What in the world am I to do?" thought he, and sat down in the middle
of the floor, half inclined to believe that it would be better to give
up entirely, lay himself down, and die.

This feeling, however, did not last long, for he was young and strong,
and, I said before, by nature a very courageous boy. There came into
his head, somehow or other, a proverb that his nurse had taught him--the
people of Nomansland were very fond of proverbs:

"For every evil under the sun
There is a remedy, or there's none;
If there is one, try to find it--
If there isn't, never mind it."

"I wonder is there a remedy now, and could I find it?" cried the Prince,
jumping up and looking out of the window.

No help there. He only saw the broad, bleak, sunshiny plain--that is, at
first. But by and by, in the circle of mud that surrounded the base of
the tower, he perceived distinctly the marks of a horse's feet, and just
in the spot where the deaf-mute was accustomed to tie up his great black
charger, while he himself ascended, there lay the remains of a bundle of
hay and a feed of corn.

"Yes, that's it. He has come and gone, taking nurse away with him. Poor