Ful many a yeer ye woot what I desire
As keep me fro the vengeans of thilk yre
That Actæon aboughte trewely . . .’
Just at this point she heard the rattling of chariot wheels, and Diana appeared to her.
‘Well, what do you want now?’ she said.
‘I don’t want anything in particular,’ said Ernalie in astonishment.
‘Then why did you go on praying to me like that?’
‘I wasn’t praying, I was reading.’
‘It doesn’t matter to me. It was a very funny prayer. Whoever was it by? He must have been a stupid man.’