The Enchanted World - The Fall of Camelot
At moonrise on that night, bonfires were kindled each with the nine branches gathered from nine different trees by nine men. On every hill these bonfires blazed, miniature suns honoring the life-giving sun of heaven. And all around the fires, the people played out their ancient rituals, asking for health and growth. They baked Beltane cakes of barley and oats, round as the sun. These cakes were broken up and divided by lot, some pieces being designated as offering to the wolves, so that the predators might spare the lambs, and some for the crows, so that the hungry birds might spare the chicks.
Just before dawn, when the fires were dwindling and the dancers trailing down from the hills, the women who had not danced left their halls and cottages and went into the country side to see summer sunrise and bring in the May. They cut branches from hawthorn, the faeries flower. The branches were woven into wreaths to give them greater efficacy, and with the wreaths they garlanded every door.
Guinevere did not come back to her husband's hall that day. The pages and squires who has been her escort returned to Camelot without her. Rigid with error, they stood before the High King and swore that they had seen nothing more than a mist or a cloud or a white radiance, a veil of light enfolded the Queen and then vanished into the air, leaving her horse riderless. They could not defend her, they stammered: The attack had come and gone more quickly than a man could draw his breath.
Blessings of the Season to you,
The Oracle Staff,