Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Grand Sabbat (Opening Night): Kindling the Fire
Call to the Horned
(priest)
My brothers and sisters:
it is said that long ago, the Horned our god lived on high in the House of Thunder,
but that looking down from Heaven upon his people, he saw us cold, and hungry, and in darkness,
and so, in his mighty love, he stole the Fire of the Gods from the Hearth of Thunder
and came down to Earth to give it to us here.
For this, he was to pay a terrible price,
but his brave deed was the making of us;
since when the sacred Witch-Fire has burned at the heart of our people's history.
People of the Red Thread, my sisters and brothers:
let us lift up our hands and call once again
to the Horned our god, Giver of Fire.
Flute
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I call out. I call out to the horned one. I call out to the horned one for his blessing!