La Papesse

The reading of tarot cards is my most accurate form of divining the future and, atop my velvet-covered tablecloth, I count out the cards of destiny, endlessly constructing a constellation of possibilities in order to improve my night-scented vision. I have been a cartomancer ever since I became a young woman, and now, each one of the cards are so worn and deformed from years of constant shuffling that it is difficult to make out the image on any one of them. This seems somehow more ominous, for each of the cards are marked with the depredations of age and so, each future that I divine always seems to be marred by the devastated face of the card itself. No matter what image appears, it is always the same: always I see sorrow, death, dissolution.

Recently, I have only been able to cast myself one fate. Always, the first card I turn is La Papesse: the curvilinear shape of sagacity herself. Is my future so irreversible?

My friend, the scribble spectre has asked me to divine the future for him, yet I am not sure that I am able; for the future is such a difficult study to be thoroughly acquainted with and his future is far too important for me to misinterpret. Still, to his wise speech I could give no answer and so, I reluctantly agreed to lay out the inevitable cards of the tarot. I am unsure as to when I will see him, but each time the wind howls and the rain lashes against my window lattice, every nerve in my body is thrilled, for I know that he is coming.

The strength of the entire gendarmerie came to my door a few nights ago, asking about his whereabouts of which I said nothing. I have sworn my allegience to the spectre and no silver-plated formality can break an oath that I have placed within the perennial recesses of my heart.  All I can say is that his destiny is like a permeable sunstance, and I feel the power of it now, beneath my own skin. I pray that he is safe.


2 Responses to “La Papesse”

  1. scribblespectre Says:

    I understand we have both felt closer to the dead that living of late.

    I propose a seance…

  2. Lady October,

    The scribble-spectre spoke to me the other night, and now i see you and he are acquaintances. I would not be so formal as to request a meeting, but I am holding a ball this Friday night and your like to offer you a formal invitation to this event.

    I would also like to meet with you. My future seems so uncertain and I do not know about my feelings and choices of late.

    Lady October – I need your help.


    Lady Marie.

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