One day the local prince, Brochfael Ysgythrog (the Tusked), was out hunting with his hounds, when they picked up the scent of a hare; baying furiously they pursued it while he followed after them as fast as he could; suddenly all went quiet. And then he rode out from under the trees into a sunlit clearing, where his hounds cowered around him, and opposite him was a rough wooden hut and in front of it a beautiful girl, dazzling in the sunlight.
He dismounted in astonishment, and just then he saw the hare peeping out from under her skirts, and shouted to his hounds to seize it, but they just crouched there, ears flattened and tails between their legs. He lifted his horn to urge them on, but found he couldn't move his arm; and he couldn't move his legs either. He asked her who she was and what she wanted. She told him her name, and said that the hare was under her protection; all she wanted was to be left in peace. So he called off his hounds and promised her that land for her hermitage; then he was free to go, in fear and trembling.
Her picture is still to be seen in the old church in the hamlet of Pennant Melangell, and hares are still called wyn bach Melangell, i.e. Melangell's little lambs.