“You are the blood of my blood, and bone of my bone,” Jonathan recited the Celtic vow. “I give you my body, that we two might be one. I give you my spirit, "til our life shall be done. You cannot possess me for I belong to myself; but while we both wish it; I give you that which is mine to give. You cannot command me, for I am a free person; but I shall serve you in those ways you require, and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand.”
Jonathan and David had gone out to the wise woman"s shanty on the west road the week before and had arranged the ceremony for this Saturday evening during the full moon. She had insisted that it be held at midnight so that they might receive the fullest blessings of the spirits of the woodland.
“I vow you the first cut of my meat, the first sip
