“So how high is the altar?” I ask.
I'm talking long-distance with the director of our regional pagan land sanctuary, planning the upcoming Midwest Grand Sabbat. I've never been there, but I know that there's a standing altar in the grove.
At Old Style sabbats, the altar is a throne, where the Horned sits to receive His people. So it needs to be of at least a certain height.
The answer was readily forthcoming.
“It's high enough so that someone laying on the altar can have sex with the priest standing in front of it,” he tells me.