Bread is baked of the first reaping of the grain harvest in his honour. The word Lammas means "loaf-mass" in old Anglo-Saxon. And just as the sun king has now reached the autumn of his years, his rival or dark self has just reached puberty. The mystery of Lammas is that by fulfilling the reality of Light in bringing to fruition the seed sown in the spring, we must face the reality of Death.

The wounded King slowly weakens, his creative power spent. Although still King, his powers are waning, a reflection of the failing light. Lammas is however also a time of hope, for the harvest produces seed, the hope and promise of new life and rebirth. Lammas is a time of fulfillment, it is a time of joy, a time for the realisation of the efforts we expended, it is a time to reap.