...as Ruis gives the Beltaine invocation and proclamation. It seems strange, to be here in Brigantia. It is not that it is so unlike home, but the people here are not so well known to me. Ah well... as soon as the fires are lit, what differences there might be will soon be set aside. A little leaping of the bonfires, a little music and dance, a little food and drink... NO, a LOT of food and drink... will make us all one. We are, after all, CELTS!