I had dreaded the arrival of this religious observance with all my heart. He had told me long in advance that he intended to make sex magic with me in his beloved Marselisborg Skovene this mid summer eve. This in its self was not the issue, it would be simple, I would lay on the moss beneath the huge tree and he would do most of the work. It was my task to generate the sexual energy for the ritual, but his to channel it. He said it was a ritual designed to help cleanse me of my demons mostly, but in part for him also.