For the last Providence Card, I wanted her close, To answer my call when I needed her most. But she guarded her secrets, like a dragon its gold, Saying nothing of price our bargain would hold. But long had I suffered, and long had I bled. “I’ll pay any cost for a twelfth Card,” I said. The salt stung my nose and her spite filled the air. I woke in the chamber, the Twin Alders Card there. And so, my dear kingdom, my Blunder, my land, The Cards fall to you, paid by my hand. For her price, it was final, our bartering done. I created twelve Cards... But I cannot use one.
