‘What a plague you are! What do you want for the arrows?’
‘First, you must promise not to steal the feather from me.’
‘Well, I’ll promise that,’ said the Goddess.
‘Then promise not to do me any harm.’
‘Very well.’
‘And lastly, take me safely back to the earth.’
‘I should be only too glad if you had never come near me,’ said the Goddess. ‘However, I promise them all. Now give me the arrows.’
The Princess gave the arrows back, for the word of Diana was not to be doubted.
‘I wish you would show yourself to me,’ the Goddess went on; ‘I should like to see you very much. I wonder what sort of a person you are? Do show yourself.’