“They’re not all here.” “No,” Morette said. “The Destriers keep their Black Horses close. And Elm, as you know by now, is reluctant to go anywhere without the Scythe. The Mirror and the Nightmare are often with Ravyn.” I searched the colors, blinked, then searched again. Gray, the Prophet. Pink, the Maiden. Turquoise, the Chalice. Yellow, the Golden Egg. White, the White Eagle. “Three Cards are missing,” Fenir said. “The Well, the Iron Gate, and the Twin Alders.”
