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My friend and I couldn't have been at the Renn Fest for more than two minutes when we ran into a gaggle of fellow pagans.

This, of course, is hardly to be wondered at. Renn Fests are famed pagan Meccas, and this particular one happened to be the Paganistani (i.e. Minnesota) Renn Fest, after all. There are so many pagans at the Minnesota Renn Fest that for a while it actually because fashionable to wear a cross, not so much out of religious conviction, as to stand out in the crowd.

They ask where we're headed, and we explain that we always start off our day there by pouring a libation for the Green Man. Pagans generally being game for spontaneous religious observance, they come along.

A pagan landmark of the MN Renn Fest—“Let's meet up at the Green Man,” people say—the Green Man stands probably 20 feet tall: a large, archaic-looking wooden mask mounted on a tree trunk, and bodied out all around with a tangle of fox grapes. This being September, the grapes are usually just coming ripe around now.

We stand before the Green Man, make our prayers, and pour out our libation, relishing the opportunity to indulge in public pagan worship. We'd like to dance around Him—that's the traditional observance—but there aren't quite enough of us to join hands.

Fortunately, this is the Renn Fest.

My friend turns around. “Come dance with the witches!” she calls out in her best "Hear ye! hear ye!" voice. “Come dance with the witches!”

In no time at all, we're joined by some friendly, slightly drunk, cowans. (A cowan is a non-pagan.) Together, we ring the Green Man and circle Him merrily nine times, pagan and cowan alike.

Then, pagan and cowan alike, we belly on up and partake of the Green Man's bounty.

Though mostly seed and skin, the little wild grapes are tasty, their juice tart and refreshing.