But the queen's heart was still hard; not if she could help, would she yet take off from her son the crown.
Hours went by, and the queen and her son grew hungry. "We shall be starved to death!" she cried. "Now I see what a wicked woman I am!"
"Mother," cried the queen's son, "someone is putting food into my mouth!" "No one," said the queen, "is putting any into mine. Now I know what a wicked woman I am!"
Presently the king's son came to the queen also, and began feeding her. "Someone is putting food into my mouth, now!" cried the queen. "If it is poisoned I shall die in agony! I wish," she said, "I wish I knew your brother were not dead; if I have killed him what a wicked woman I am!"
"Dear step-mother," said the king's son, "I am not dead, I am here."
"Here?" cried the queen, shaking with fright. "Here? not dead! How long have you been here?"
"Days, and days, and days," said the king's son, sadly.
"Ah! if I had only known that!" cried the queen. "Now I know what a wicked woman I am!"
Just then, the trap-door in the roof of the dungeon opened, and a voice called down, "Tell us where is the king's son! If you do not tell us, you shall stay here and starve."
"The king's son is here!" cried the queen.