They say that he's god of women, and the artists show him naked amid the women's pulsing dance.
Verdelet, the witches named him: the Master-in-Green.
(They say that in the old days they greened him with copper and ground malachite.)
There's a shaggy crown of leaves bound round his head, and leafy ruffs at his wrists and ankles as well. He rustles when he moves. He's the Green.
Green lord of chlorophyll, twin to the blood lord of beasts: like his brother, both wild and tame. Of the two, he's the rooted, the calm one, the peaceful, the thinker of long thoughts.
Don't be fooled.