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Book III: W heel of the Year 217<br />
requires sacrifice of any among us, <strong>for</strong> the life she bestows is sweet, <strong>and</strong> in this season<br />
the moon must wax.<br />
The Priest turns to the mirror, holding <strong>for</strong>th his athame in salute, calling:<br />
Oh laughing, naked Queen, beautiful <strong>and</strong> yet terrible, thou who, like all women, canst<br />
make <strong>and</strong> then destroy thy man, <strong>and</strong> yet are beyond all blame—<strong>for</strong> thou art the Goddess—be<br />
with us here. As the holy labrys doth have two edges, so also, Lady, do we<br />
know that two faces dost thou have—one as serene, lovely, <strong>and</strong> clear as thy silver<br />
moon; the other dark <strong>and</strong> awesome, <strong>for</strong> thou art as all women.<br />
The Priest salutes with his athame. If one is present who can play a reed-pipe or recorder, he<br />
shall at this point play a very brief minor-key tone. As the Priestess sits on the south edge of the<br />
altar; her arms out like the limbs of the moon, the Priest comes to kneel be<strong>for</strong>e her, saying:<br />
Thou who art above all adored, know that thy worshippers do give thee obeisance; the<br />
wise, the strong, the powerful, <strong>and</strong> the very princes of the world do give honor to thee.<br />
(Sign of the pentacle)<br />
The Priest gives her the sword, which she holds be<strong>for</strong>e her like a scepter. He kneels once<br />
more <strong>and</strong> continues:<br />
The Goddess is kind when it pleases her. Thou who art the day art also the night, <strong>and</strong> at<br />
times thou dost require blood, <strong>and</strong> darkness, <strong>and</strong> strife among men <strong>for</strong> thy purpose.<br />
(Sign of the pentacle)<br />
The Priest st<strong>and</strong>s back with the men at the edge of the Circle. The Priestess st<strong>and</strong>s, puts<br />
down the sword, <strong>and</strong> motions <strong>for</strong> the music to begin. The men st<strong>and</strong> quickly while the women<br />
follow the Priestess five or more times sunwise about the Circle in a slow, graceful, <strong>and</strong><br />
stately dance. Those led by her suddenly turn widdershins <strong>and</strong> dance <strong>and</strong> whirl <strong>and</strong> shout<br />
wildly back five times or more. Each woman returns to her man <strong>and</strong> st<strong>and</strong>s arms akimbo, while<br />
the Priestess throws a h<strong>and</strong>ful of the magical catalyst into the incense brazier. When the<br />
sparks have ceased, she seats herself upon the altar once again, saying:<br />
The life of a year is 13 moons, with every season round. The life of the King shall pass<br />
likewise from birth unto the ground.<br />
The Priestess signals <strong>for</strong> the music to begin again. The women laughingly watch the men dance<br />
sunwise around the Circle, following the Priest. In the dance, the Priest chants each line (he may<br />
be prompted by the Priestess) <strong>and</strong> the men repeat, shuffling <strong>and</strong> stepping in time with the music,<br />
imitating in every manner—physical, mental, <strong>and</strong> astral—all creatures mentioned in the King’s<br />
chant. They make one circle <strong>for</strong> each “change,” the mood being light <strong>and</strong> cheerful.<br />
I am a stag—of seven tines—<strong>for</strong> strength.<br />
I am a flood—across a plain—<strong>for</strong> extent.<br />
I am a wind—on a deep lake—<strong>for</strong> depth.<br />
I am a ray—of the sun—<strong>for</strong> purity.<br />
I am a hawk—above the cliff—<strong>for</strong> cunning.<br />
I am a bloom—among the flowers—<strong>for</strong> excellence.<br />
I am a wizard—who but I brings <strong>for</strong>th the hilltop’s magic fire?<br />
I am a spear—that roars <strong>for</strong> blood—in vengeance.<br />
I am a salmon—in a pool—<strong>for</strong> swiftness.<br />
I am a hill—where poets walk—<strong>for</strong> wisdom.<br />
I am a boar—strong <strong>and</strong> red—<strong>for</strong> power <strong>and</strong> valor.<br />
I am a breaker—threatening doom—<strong>for</strong> terror.<br />
I am a sea-tide—that drags to death—<strong>for</strong> might.<br />
<strong>All</strong> do sit as the Priest invokes:<br />
Who but I knows the secret of the unhewn dolmen?<br />
He throws a small h<strong>and</strong>ful of the magickal catalyst* into the<br />
incense brazier <strong>and</strong> sits. If it is desired, all may drink wine <strong>and</strong> rest at this time.<br />
The Priestess st<strong>and</strong>s with arms outstretched <strong>and</strong> calls: