The card maker had put three spare cards in the pack when he first painted the pictures, three cards just like the others with brightly colored backs but nothing on the front, spares for use in another game. And it was the three cards with nothing to say that came to my hand when I went to foresee Elizabeth’s future with John Grey. I had hoped to see prosperity and children, grandchildren and a rise in the world, but the cards were empty of anything. There was no future that I could see, for Elizabeth and John Grey: no future for them at all.
