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Henri was quite content to live his humble life away from the hustle and bustle of civilization. He wandered the great forest of the Ardennes east of the City and had no fear of the beasts there. They had respect for him or at least his solid oak staff. (HERMIT)
One early morning he was picking berries by the dawn light when he heard someone humming a tune from the other side of the bushes. While Henri was not interested in company, he was curious to see who would be walking through the great forest at this time of the day. To his surprise, he saw no one walking by, but turning his gaze upwards he did spy a young man suspended by his foot from a hunter's snare. (HANGED MAN)
The young man's face was very red and his clothing had the garish look of City folk. Henri was expecting him to be in a panic, being trapped in a snare and all. But, the young man seemed to be content and had a good vantage point to watch the hermit, even if it was upside down. "Bon jour!" Henri grunted a reply, he was out of practice with trading pleasantries. "I hate to intrude on your morning gathering, but I seemed to have dropped my knife." (THE FOOL)
Henri lifted an eyebrow, peered over the bushes and did indeed see a fine dagger glinting in the dawning light under the hanged man. "Well, that is a bad run of luck." Henri turned to leave. "If you don't mind, could you fetch it for me?" The hermit sighed, "The hunter whose snare you blundered in to, will be by in a few days." "I'm afraid that won't do. I'm in a hurry to head east to catch the New Moon." Henri stopped in his tracks. That wasn't something you heard every day. (THE MOON)
"Don't be a fool", for this truly had to be Fool if he was travelling on such a fool's quest. "The moon rides high in the sky and you can not reach it." The Fool quickly countered, "True words, wise man. But when it first rises, it is touching the ground and easily within reach." Henri stroked his beard, the youth did have a point. "So, why didn't you catch the moon when it fell out of the night sky?" "I tried", replied the Fool, "but the moon falls into the sea and I'm not a good swimmer."
Almost against his will, Henri turned back and fetched the young man's knife. As he handed it to the hanged man, "What would you do with the Moon if you caught it?" The Fool sighed, the sigh of someone smitten. "There is a girl…" Henri scoffed, "Isn't there always?" The hanged man was not fazed by the Hermit's sarcasm, "This is no ordinary girl. The fair and lovely Empress Eloise has offered her hand to the man that gives her the moon. I aim to be that man." (EMPRESS)
"Oui, little Eloise would now be of marrying age." The Fool fell like sack of potatoes, crashing into the leafy forest floor. He promptly stood up, offered his hand as a way of introduction, and promptly fell over again. "Hmm, my foot has gone to sleep and is not heeding dawn nor the rooster's call." "You can introduce yourself from the ground." Henri munched on a few berries from his basket and then offered some to the stranger. The Fool rubbed his foot and offered his hand again, "Marc, Marc du Soleil."
Warned that the stranger was going to do this, Henri begrudgingly shook Marc's hand. "You can call me Henri." He helped the City man to his feet. What makes you think that you can wrench the Moon from its nightly course and claim it as your own?" Marc smiled, "True love, the strength of my ardor is boundless and I can move mountains with it. With the strength of my conviction I can create my own future and fulfill my dreams." (STRENGTH)
Henri was impressed, he has loved and lost, but this young man was ready to move heaven and earth to win his heart's desire. The weight around Henri's heart grew even heavier, he didn't have this power when he was young and gave up on the world. Something told him that helping this young man would heal his own wounds. (JUDGEMENT)
"Marc, let us see about catching your moon. I know a place where the moon rises at this time of year that is free of trees and other obstructions." They traveled through the great forest that day, heading East. Marc did most of the talking while Henri pointed out the traps, snares, loose terrain, and dangerous crossings that the Fool would surely have blundered in to. As night began to fall, they entered a clearing with a great barren hill in the middle of it.
Henri pointed to the top, "The moon rises over that hill, but don't look down or it will flee your grasp." Marc nodded and made ready to bolt for the top, "You have been a good friend, Henri. Without your help, I would not have made it here on time. Thank you." "You have shown me a passion that I thought was lost to the world. I thank you for that."
The Moon started to peek over the hill top and Marc took off at a full sprint. As Henri watched on, the youth reached the crest and leaped. Propelled by the strength of his desire, Marc bridged the gap and grappled the moon as it rose. However, as much as he strained and pulled, he could not dislodge it from its night's course. (TEMPERANCE)
Henri shouted to the rapidly rising Fool, "Marc, cease your struggle! The Moon has made up its mind and will not come willingly. Jump while you still can!" Marc shook his head and clung on to the Moon. "Nay, from here I will be able to gaze upon my fair Eloise once again." As the moon rose, Marc became harder to see. Henri looked up at the night sky and turned to the West.
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The Hermit rose from his gilded chair in the ornate Chamber of the Empress. "That is my tale, Empress." Eloise bowed her head, "Whatever became of poor love smitten Marc?" Henri stroked his beard, "I have not seen him since, but I fear that he was lost at sea. After all, he was a very poor swimmer." (DEATH)
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One early morning he was picking berries by the dawn light when he heard someone humming a tune from the other side of the bushes. While Henri was not interested in company, he was curious to see who would be walking through the great forest at this time of the day. To his surprise, he saw no one walking by, but turning his gaze upwards he did spy a young man suspended by his foot from a hunter's snare. (HANGED MAN)
The young man's face was very red and his clothing had the garish look of City folk. Henri was expecting him to be in a panic, being trapped in a snare and all. But, the young man seemed to be content and had a good vantage point to watch the hermit, even if it was upside down. "Bon jour!" Henri grunted a reply, he was out of practice with trading pleasantries. "I hate to intrude on your morning gathering, but I seemed to have dropped my knife." (THE FOOL)
Henri lifted an eyebrow, peered over the bushes and did indeed see a fine dagger glinting in the dawning light under the hanged man. "Well, that is a bad run of luck." Henri turned to leave. "If you don't mind, could you fetch it for me?" The hermit sighed, "The hunter whose snare you blundered in to, will be by in a few days." "I'm afraid that won't do. I'm in a hurry to head east to catch the New Moon." Henri stopped in his tracks. That wasn't something you heard every day. (THE MOON)
"Don't be a fool", for this truly had to be Fool if he was travelling on such a fool's quest. "The moon rides high in the sky and you can not reach it." The Fool quickly countered, "True words, wise man. But when it first rises, it is touching the ground and easily within reach." Henri stroked his beard, the youth did have a point. "So, why didn't you catch the moon when it fell out of the night sky?" "I tried", replied the Fool, "but the moon falls into the sea and I'm not a good swimmer."
Almost against his will, Henri turned back and fetched the young man's knife. As he handed it to the hanged man, "What would you do with the Moon if you caught it?" The Fool sighed, the sigh of someone smitten. "There is a girl…" Henri scoffed, "Isn't there always?" The hanged man was not fazed by the Hermit's sarcasm, "This is no ordinary girl. The fair and lovely Empress Eloise has offered her hand to the man that gives her the moon. I aim to be that man." (EMPRESS)
"Oui, little Eloise would now be of marrying age." The Fool fell like sack of potatoes, crashing into the leafy forest floor. He promptly stood up, offered his hand as a way of introduction, and promptly fell over again. "Hmm, my foot has gone to sleep and is not heeding dawn nor the rooster's call." "You can introduce yourself from the ground." Henri munched on a few berries from his basket and then offered some to the stranger. The Fool rubbed his foot and offered his hand again, "Marc, Marc du Soleil."
Warned that the stranger was going to do this, Henri begrudgingly shook Marc's hand. "You can call me Henri." He helped the City man to his feet. What makes you think that you can wrench the Moon from its nightly course and claim it as your own?" Marc smiled, "True love, the strength of my ardor is boundless and I can move mountains with it. With the strength of my conviction I can create my own future and fulfill my dreams." (STRENGTH)
Henri was impressed, he has loved and lost, but this young man was ready to move heaven and earth to win his heart's desire. The weight around Henri's heart grew even heavier, he didn't have this power when he was young and gave up on the world. Something told him that helping this young man would heal his own wounds. (JUDGEMENT)
"Marc, let us see about catching your moon. I know a place where the moon rises at this time of year that is free of trees and other obstructions." They traveled through the great forest that day, heading East. Marc did most of the talking while Henri pointed out the traps, snares, loose terrain, and dangerous crossings that the Fool would surely have blundered in to. As night began to fall, they entered a clearing with a great barren hill in the middle of it.
Henri pointed to the top, "The moon rises over that hill, but don't look down or it will flee your grasp." Marc nodded and made ready to bolt for the top, "You have been a good friend, Henri. Without your help, I would not have made it here on time. Thank you." "You have shown me a passion that I thought was lost to the world. I thank you for that."
The Moon started to peek over the hill top and Marc took off at a full sprint. As Henri watched on, the youth reached the crest and leaped. Propelled by the strength of his desire, Marc bridged the gap and grappled the moon as it rose. However, as much as he strained and pulled, he could not dislodge it from its night's course. (TEMPERANCE)
Henri shouted to the rapidly rising Fool, "Marc, cease your struggle! The Moon has made up its mind and will not come willingly. Jump while you still can!" Marc shook his head and clung on to the Moon. "Nay, from here I will be able to gaze upon my fair Eloise once again." As the moon rose, Marc became harder to see. Henri looked up at the night sky and turned to the West.
The Hermit rose from his gilded chair in the ornate Chamber of the Empress. "That is my tale, Empress." Eloise bowed her head, "Whatever became of poor love smitten Marc?" Henri stroked his beard, "I have not seen him since, but I fear that he was lost at sea. After all, he was a very poor swimmer." (DEATH)
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