But I cannot change the cards.  One day, the Ruined Tower; the next, the statue of the Holy Mother falls from her bier as she is being carried through the streets.  The next day, the Moon in red eclipse.   A lumious fog smothers the city.

I have asked my husband to quit this City of Constantine.  He believes the tribe is safer here, behind the triple walls.  I show him the Hanged Man.   He laughs and says Easter is coming.   As he turns to lift our baby, I place:

The card of the Emperor.

Reversed.

It will go badly for us.

To Come :: The Fortuneteller, Anna