He takes it, sips, and is grateful for it. He takes some while to go on, but when he does, he says, "I keep thinking how unhappy I was. How I told the Queen what had happened, and how we argued. She sent me away-- and after some weeks, perhaps longer, I found a way to be gone."

He looks thoughtful, a little sad. He sips his tea, his sandwich in the other hand. "What if what is here is meant to be new? I left behind something like a ruin. What if I'm to start anew now?"