Apparently, they hadn't changed the marquee since Holy Week.

He died for you, it read.

Well, there's the difference between the Old Ways and the New, I think, driving past: It's all in the tense.

One's about sin.

The other, food.

The Horned dies to feed us every day.

If he didn't, we'd starve.

He dies for you, says the witch.

Stag Rune

Stag run through with a spear,

Stag hung from a tree,

Stag strung up to bleed:

glory, Lord, to Thee.