"That's a good way to look at it, Your Grace." He stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh, bloody hell."
He looked down, bashful and defeated. "Forgive me, your grace. I've lost the map, and don't know where we are." He looked nervously at the sky. It was approaching sunset. They'd have to spend the night out here, wandering about in the dark would just get them more lost. "I'm afraid we're going to have to spend the night out here."
Ozmond got to work quickly. Within twenty minutes, he'd gotten a fire ready and built a crude lean-to. He butchered his jacket, using the scraps to form a sort of bed, so the princess wasn't on the ground. There wasn't enough room in the lean-to for them both to sleep without being practically on top of each other, so Ozmond elected to stay awake and watch the campsite. He didn't get a whole lot of sleep anyways. He walked over to the princess.
"I am so sorry, Milady."