CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER SIX
Summer 495
On Beltane morning, all the daughters of Avalon—young and old—shivered in the chill air as night slowly gave way to dawn. As we traversed the tender grass carpeting the plains between the confluence of the white and red springs, our feet were washed in fresh dew, a silent absolution from the earth herself.
We reached the summit of the Tor in silence and joined hands, feeling the subtle shift of energy as light broke over the horizon. This was a sacred day, one of the most holy of all holidays celebrated by our people. Today was the beginning of summer, the day honoring the union of the Goddess and God and the fertility of all the land.
On Beltane night, every woman was said to be the Goddess incarnate and every man the God. Their s****l union reflected
