Because tonight, all five of us will be his bride. All five of us will be his goddess. His May Queen.
The god steps forward, and the other-drums beat as he looks at each one of us in turn. As he surveys what’s his right to claim.
“Come,” Becket urges. “Anoint your bride with kisses.”
This was the part we struggled with a little—the Record was a little coy in describing the act of the May Queen and King coming together, only going so far as to leave no doubt that their copulation was integral to the Beltane feast. We tried looking for analogs in contemporary pagan practices, and we went deep into some very obscure places on the internet. Saint even managed to fish some pertinent books out of the wider Devon library system. But nothing was exactly how we wanted it, and honestly, no
