Last night I took the road to Chantilly…
It was one of those delicious nights. In Lamorlaye, I called on M– who gave me lodging in her castle….
The servants were asleep by the time I arrived. I asked my hostess for a cup of hot sheep’s milk, she brought me a keg of wine. Ô, did I sleep and dream, last night! Ô, did I feel fine!
I dreamt I spied Artemis bathing in her fountain.
(Diane dans son bain, ses jambes d’ivoire)…
Figure this: Diane didn’t turn me into a stag; she gave me two kisses, and one more keg!
So, to-day I am off to Ireland. Travel be good to me! –Roman