‘You are there then?’ said the Man. ‘I thought you had gone away. I couldn’t get you to answer when I spoke to you.’
‘Ah! that was because I was too enchanted for words to express. Now, do sing the last line again. Only the last line; it is so fine,’ said Diana.
The Man drew in a long breath:
‘And you’ll remember, re . member me . e . e.’
At the sound of his voice the Princess put her hands to her ears, and Diana had the greatest difficulty in keeping the stags from turning tail and bolting right away. However, she managed to quieten them, and took a good grip of her whip handle, and the consequence was that the last line came out:
‘And you’ll remember me . . e . . ow—ow!’
for the whip stung a good deal.
‘I hope you’ll remember me—ow—ow,’ said the Goddess calmly, as she suddenly appeared to him, turning the chariot towards the sea.
‘You don’t mind getting a little wet?’ she continued, turning to the Princess. ‘We’re going over the water.’
And she gave the reins to the stags, who sprang wildly down the steep slope into the sea. For a moment the Princess thought that there might be rather too much of a good thing, even if that good thing were riding in a chariot along with a goddess; for the chariot plunged deep into a high wave, and it seemed to the Princess as if it never did intend to come to the surface again. However, it did come up, and that was some comfort, although the Princess was dripping all over with the sea-water.