and while all this was going on , the king 's son was rambling about with his oxen , deep in the wood . but when he heard the tumult and the clashing of arms , he sat down on a stone , leaned his cheek on his hand , and became lost in thought . for it had occurred to him how gladly he would have fared forth with the rest . suddenly he heard footsteps and when he looked up , the wild man was standing before him . " thank you for the last time ! " said he , " and why do you sit here so lonely and full of sorrow ? " " well , " said the prince , " i have no choice but to be sad and joyless . because of you i am a fugitive from the land of my father , and now i have not even a horse and armor to ride up the glass mountain and fight for the princess . "
give the prince armor .
how will the wild man help the king's son ?
how will the wild man help the king's son ?