Happy to be alive, the princess arose and without thinking, turned onto the one path that led away from the clearing. Her nakedness now felt natural and the last rays of the sun warmed her body through the thin canopy overhead.The princess set off again along the path into the welcomming greenness. The path was mostly straight but there were some surprising twists and turns made necessary by wayward rocks or particularly thick patches of bush growth. After a while a tiny spring gave birth to a healthy stream and she held her hair back as she knelt to drink from its coolness. Berries from bushes, so heavily laden, they swung low to the ground, provided her with food and the path was sometimes strewn with nuts from the branches high above. These too provided her with sustenance. As she progressed the trees became thicker and the sun was now a forgotten memory of slightly pale sky which sometimes penetrated the thickening canopy.But on and on she walked, and in the fading lightshe saw a surprising sight in front of her. In this forest, how could there be a white picket fence? The path continued to a tiny gate in this fence and the princess lifted the latch, entered into a well-tended rose garden. Now the scene was illuminated by the light of a flickering lantern hung above the door of a tiny stone cottage. So much stone looked out of place here and indeed, when looked at through lowered lashes, it was just a big rock sitting among roses.As the Princess approached the house, a thorn from one of the rose bushes pricked her on the leg and caused sudden tears to spring to her eyes and she gave a short, sharp cry. The thorn raked a thin path down her thigh and soon the fresh warm blood trickles down past her knee.“Cobwebs” , she thought. She had learned from the court physician that cobwebs could be used to stem the bleeding from a superficial wound.But she didn’t have any. " Perhaps at the house?"