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The Circle of Three Series
Circle of Three #5: In the Dreaming
by Isobel Bird
p.2 "Midsummer is the longest day of the year, which also means it's the shortest night. Pagans also call it Litha..."
p.3 Ostara, the Sabbat commemorating the beginning of spring
p.3 Beltane -- May Day Sabbat
p.8-9 "Welcome to Midsummer!" she cried in a clear voice as the clearing erupted in applause and shouting. "Who is she?" Kate whispered to Annie and Cooper. But they didn't know who the woman was any more than she did, and all they could do was wait to hear what she had to say. "As you know, this is the longest day of the year," the woman continued. "It is also one of the most magical. But it is not the ordered magic of ritual. It is the wild magic of the woods. The wild magic of Faerie."
p.88 "I am Winter," he said pompously, bringing more boos from the audience. "I am Winter," he said again, more loudly than the first time. "And this is my poem." He cleared his throat and recited.
and the sun burns down his days,
I, the Holly King, grow stronger,
and await my time to reign.
On Midsummer eve I come to best my brother in fair fight,
soon the wood will wear my mantle,
cold as ice and snowy white.
Will you join me on the field?
We all know how it will end--
that to my mighty sword you'll yield.
p.88-89 Then someone else ran into the clearing. It was a man dressed all in bright yellow and orange. Long triangles of different warm colors spiked out from his back, and he resembled a huge shining sun. When the man in green saw him he jumped back as if frightened. The yellow man stopped in front of him and pointed a finger at him as he began to recite his own poem.
Ice and snow I do not fear.
While your time may be coming,
I still have some hours here.
On this field we will do battle,
and you may emerge the king.
But in six months I'll return to end your frigid reign with spring.
So do your best, my wintry brother.
Swing your sword and take your aim.
Your time, too, will soon be over,
and my light will shine again.
days grow shorter, nights grow long.
Now the Oak King passes over,
goes to sleep to be made strong.
When the sun is born again
we'll greet him on the darkest night.
Then he comes with blazing glory,
bringing back the warmth and light.
NAMES: Maeve, Evan, Markson, Herne