Watching through the webcam I notice that this evening's Filling-up of Beakers was led beautifully by young Charlii. A very well-delivered liturgy I thought. Especially since, after many demands from the "trads", it was held in the ancient Beaker Tongue.
Obviously, we don't really know what language the Beaker people originally spoke. So we've guessed that it was a bit of a mixture of Basque and Welsh. So it really is a terribly tricky language to use. Which is why, having demanded this addition to our liturgical repertoire, nobody ever actually attends Sunday Night Beakers. Charlii came back to the Great House quite upset at the lack of support.
I felt she might need some counselling, but she came in and threw a Beaker at Burton's head. I think we made the right choice in our trainee Druid.
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