`Happy!' cried he; `say rather unhappy. I wish with all my
heart that you were back in your dark tower again.'

`Darling, don't be cross,' said the Princess. `I will go and see
if I can find some wild fruit for you.'

`I wish you might find a wolf to eat you up,' growled Fanfaronade.

The Princess, in great dismay, ran hither and thither all about
the wood, tearing her dress, and hurting her pretty white hands
with the thorns and brambles, but she could find nothing good to
eat, and at last she had to go back sorrowfully to Fanfaronade.
When he saw that she came empty-handed he got up and left her,
grumbling to himself.

The next day they searched again, but with no better success.

`Alas!' said the Princess, `if only I could find something for
you to eat, I should not mind being hungry myself.'

`No, I should not mind that either,' answered Fanfaronade.

`Is it possible,' said she, `that you would not care if I died of
hunger? Oh, Fanfaronade, you said you loved me!'

`That was when we were in quite another place and I was not
hungry,' said he. `It makes a great difference in one's ideas to be
dying of hunger and thirst on a desert island.'