People mill about herb-laden stalls seeking charms and cure-alls. I purchase an armful of flax to adorn myself with and weave into a wreath for my hair. My lover does the same with green wheat ears.

We meet in the forest by ancient stones known as Nimue's Castle to perform an old Breton Beltaine ritual. I place my flax wreath on the largest stone, and he does the same with his crown of wheat ears. If the flax and wheat ears stay fresh, it means our love is true.