“The ceremony took a year and three days. For one year, a white stallion had to roam freely throughout a territory. So they had to protect the animal from thieves and robbers. Some sages say that the horse was a symbol, that it used to be a prince instead, but that is just hearsay. After the year had passed, there was the sacrifice ceremony. On the second day of the ceremony, the raj would ride in his chariot, pulled by the stallion and other horses. Then the wives of the raj would anoint the stallion with musk, on the head, the flanks, and the phallus, as if it was getting married. Some texts say that they had to massage the phallus to excite the stallion. The attendants would put up a tent, like for a wedding, and the chief queen was dressed as if for a wedding. Then the stallion was smothered with silk curtains, because you did not want to harm the horse or wound it, it has to be perfect. Then, while the stallion was still warm and erect, the queen had to fondle it and mount it, calling it her husband.”
“You are not suggested that she actually – ah – that she fucked the horse?” I asked, understandably horrified.
“Oh, she fucked the horse. She fucked the horse very good. The ritual demands it.”
I refused to believe it, of course. So he brought me inside, and pulled two books from his dusty shelves where he kept the White and Black Vedas.
“This is the Apastamba Srauta Sutra and this is Taittiriya Samhita, they are part of the Vedas. Not ‘Vedic literatures’ like those fake swamis say – these are the real Vedas from Vyasa.”
He searched for a passage and passed me the Taittiriya Samhita.
“Can you read the Sanskrit?” he asked.
At that point, I could make out a few words, but some of them were not familiar. He scanned the page, and started reading in Sanskrit, with his deep, rich voice…