The spittle glistened in my hair, running down in rancid disrespect after being expelled from the mouth of the Christian lady.
She was still yelling in my face, calling me words which I'm sure were not sanctioned in the Bible, or perhaps - thinking about the Babylonian Goddess - they were.
I should have felt intimidated. But mostly I felt pity, over-ridden in huge part by the adrenaline rush of containing the danger. You see, she'd picked on the little one, the harmless looking one; I was actually the High Priestess.
"May God forgive you." I calmly told her, while around the corner came the rest of the coven. It could have ended nastily, but I both signaled and told them to walk on by, the High Priest by my side. "And Jesus Christ too."
Used to following our lead in a circle, they did so, though the looks they gave would have impressed Medusa. They were Wiccan, but they were also human beings, and bullying is ugly in any context. The Christians were physically protected that day by two high-ranking witches, even as they protested our right to attend the Pagan convention down the road.
I would like to say that it was an isolated incident. Though rare (and I consider unrepresentative of Christianity as a whole), it was not. But I understood that they were acting within the constraints of their ignorance about what we do and believe, and ultimately they were trying to save us according to their own spiritual reality.
Hence the High Priest and I protected them as feelings ran high, and I'm writing this Wizzle to inform their brethren now.