"I could walk, just not very consistently. For a while I pretended to carry a scepter for its decorative value when I mostly wanted it as a cane - it didn't so much provide useful support as remind me that I had to be careful. Fault per se never entered into it anyway. If you're making, oh, loaves of bread, and one forms a giant air bubble and bakes unevenly, this is not the bread's fault, but it won't do for whatever you had in mind and you feed it to the pigs. Princesses are just harder to be rid of."