The Greater Trumps E-Book

Charles Williams

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The original Tarot is used to unlock enormous metaphysical powers by allowing the possessors to see across space and time, create matter, and raise powerful natural storms.

Leseprobe

Charles Williams

 

The Greater Trumps

First digital edition 2017 by Anna Ruggieri

CONTENTS

Chapter One - The Legacy

Chapter Two - The Hermit

Chapter Three - The Shuffling of the Cards

Chapter Four - The Chariot

Chapter Four - The Chariot

Chapter Five - The Image that Did Not Move

Chapter Six - The Knowledge of the Fool

Chapter Seven - The Dance in the World

Chapter Eight - Christmas Day in the Country

Chapter Nine - Sybil

Chapter Ten -Nancy

Chapter Eleven - Joanna

Chapter Twelve - The Falling Tower

Chapter Thirteen - The Chapter of the Going Forth by Night

Chapter Fourteen - The Moon of the Tarots

Chapter Fifteen - The Wanderers in the Beginning

Chapter Sixteen - “Sun, Stand Thou Still Upon Gibeon”

Chapter One - The Legacy

“ . . . perfect Babel,” Mr. Coningsby said peevishly, threw himself into a chair, and took up the evening paper. “But Babel never was perfect, was it?” Nancy said to her brother in a low voice, yet not so low that her father could not hear if hechose. He did not choose, because at the moment he could not think of a sufficiently short sentence; a minute afterwards it occurred to him that he might have said, “Then it’s perfect now.” But it didn’t matter; Nancy would only have been rude again, and her brother too. Children were. He looked at his sister, who was reading on the other side of the fire. She looked comfortable and interested, so he naturally decided to disturb her.

“And what have you been doing today, Sybil?” he asked, with an insincere good will, and as she looked up he thought angrily, “Her skin’s getting clearer every day.”

“Why, nothing very much,” Sybil Coningsby said. “I did some shopping, and I made a cake, and went for a walk and changed the library books. And since tea I’ve been reading.”

“Nice day,” Mr. Coningsby answered, between a question and a sneer, wishing it hadn’t been, though he was aware that if it hadn’t been . . . but then it was certain to have been. Sybil always seemed to have nice days. He looked at his paper again.“I see the Government are putting a fresh duty on dried fruits,” he snorted.

Sybil tried to say something, and failed. She was getting stupid, she thought, or (more probably) lazy. There ought to be something to say about the Government putting a duty ondried fruits. Nancy spoke instead.

“You’re slow, auntie,” she said. “The correct answer is: ‘I suppose that means that the price will go up!’ The reply to that is, ‘Everything goes up under this accursed Government!’”

“Will you please let me do my owntalking, Nancy?” her father snapped at her.

“Then I wish you’d talk something livelier than the Dead March in Saul,” Nancy said.

“You’re out of date again, Nancy,” jeered her brother. “Nobody plays that old thing nowadays.”

“Go to hell!” said Nancy.

Mr. Coningsby immediately stood up. “Nancy, you shall not use such language in this house,” he called out.

“O, very well,” Nancy said, walked to the window, opened it, put her head out, and said to the world, but (it annoyed her to feel) in a more subdued voice,“Go to hell.” She pulled in her head and shut the window. “There, father,” she said, “that wasn’t in the house.”

Sybil Coningsby said equably, “Nancy, you’re in a bad temper.”

“And suppose I am?” Nancy answered. “Who began it?”

“Don’t answer your aunt back,” said Mr. Coningsby, still loudly. “She at least is a lady.”

“She’s more,” said Nancy. “She’s a saint. And I’m a worm and the child of . . . ”

She abandoned the sentence too late. Her father picked up his paper, walked to the door, turned his head,uttered, “If I am wanted, Sybil, I shall be in my study,” and went out. Ralph grinned at Nancy; their aunt looked at them both with a wise irony.