A Tale of Four Knights – Part Two- The Drama Continues

Greetings to all My Tarot Students and Enthusiasts,

The Second Instalment of The Knight’s Drama Continues. This story can also be found in the Main Menu in Part II Court Cards-Lesson Two-The Knights Intro-The Drama of The Four Knights. For those who have already read the First Instalment, you will need to Scroll Down The Page to find the Second Instalment. Below you will find and an extract from it. The First Instalment is also available on the Main Page as Detailed Above.

I do hope you enjoy the Story. This time I have added some Cards to help with the Story-Telling. In the meantime, work is going on behind the scenes on the re-writing of The Knight of Cups. 

Will be back soon,

Vivien (your Tarot Teacher)

Featuring The Knights of Wands, Cups, Swords and Pentacles

The Festivities, Foreign Guests, and A Shock In Store

Knight of Wands Upright 6 of Wands Upright4 of Wands 10 of Pentacles Upright

The Knight of Wands looked larger than life as his Horse circled and whinnied. The young groom’s boy who had sprung into action once he had heard of his Master’s arrival struggled hard to grab hold of the massive deep chestnut stallion that seemed intent on trampling him out of sheer excitement. The Horse’s eyes looked wild and ready for more action, even after the long and arduous ride from the coast. The Knight of Wands took a tight hold of the reins and circled the Horse a few more times. The Horse snorted and stamped before allowing the young groom to come even remotely close. Laughing out loud, The Knight of Wands leaned down from his massive height and handed his Wand to his waiting Manservant who looked terrified to be so close to such an enormous beast of an animal.

Still holding control of his Horse with his left hand, he released the buckles on his helmet and pulled it free from his head. The Ladies-in-waiting spoke not a word between them as they watched his deep auburn hair fall to just about shoulder length. It was damp from being encased in his head armour, and like his Horse’s coat, was steaming from the exertion of the long ride. He shook his hair free, but long strands of it blew across his face, obscuring his vision. He swiped them away impatiently and looked around at the crowd that had gathered to welcome him home.

Through the upstairs window and still unobserved, The Ladies-in-waiting looked knowingly at each other. Words failed them as they gazed down upon their brave and bold Knight. They watched the angle of his rugged, strong and determined chin as he turned to talk to the gathering crowd. He had a heavy growth of russet red beard, slightly lighter in colour than his hair. In the setting sun, they could not fail to notice the glint of his emerald-green eyes as he beamed his delighted smiles for all to see.  His skin looked lightly tanned, his complexion, ruddy from prolonged exposure under hot foreign skies.

Knight of Wands Upright The Lovers Upright 2 of Cups Upright  Queen of Cups Upright

The Golden Haired Queen’s Lady thought of his finely honed body beneath his armour. After all the months on crusade and campaign; the rigours of battle, the hours, days and weeks on Horseback, she pondered the level of his fitness and agility. He looked strong and incredibly healthy with no signs of injury or damage.  She had worried about all the horrific mutilation that only too often came home from the battle field.  She felt her heart quicken at the thought of her Knight. Here was a man at the peak of his manhood, virile and healthy. He was home and she could barely contain her longing ache for him.

The Knight below remained mounted as the little groom’s boy danced around unsure as to what to do next. The Knight seemed to be waiting for something, or somebody, as he constantly glanced towards the drawbridge. The young boy stared admiringly at his master’s tunic. The evening sun made its yellow colour glow like deep gold. The black embroidered Salamanders of his family crest stood out in stark contrast, making the boy feel almost dazed in its presence.

The elder of the Ladies-in-waiting began to get a bit anxious about standing up on the window ledge too long, and feared they would be scolded if caught involved in such unseemly behaviour. The Golden Haired Lady took no notice of her nervous twittering companion and continued to watch her glorious man in the courtyard below. There was a rumble of noise, some scattering and reforming of servants and guards, and The Queen and King of Wands appeared down the Great Hall steps to formally welcome their son home from his escapades at war.

The Empres Upright Queen of Wands UprightKnight of Wands UprightKing of Wands UprightThe Emperor Upright

The Queen of Wands stepped towards the mighty Horse as The Knight leaned down to kiss her hand. From the window above, they could see them exchange excited words, and both Queen and Knight looked so happy. The Queen threw back her head in deep laughter at one of her son’s outrageous comments before turning to share his joke with the gathered crowd. She turned back to converse with him. The King then joined them. The Knight glanced over his shoulder towards the drawbridge and then back to his parents once more. Then they all looked back at the drawbridge in anticipation. Whatever was going on?

         Page of Wands Upright  Page of Cups Upright  Page of Swords Upright  Page of Pentacles Upright

The Ladies-in-waiting strained their necks as far as they could in attempt to get a view of what they might all be looking at, but the angle was wrong. The Golden Haired Lady felt nervous and unsettled. What where they waiting for? Who were they waiting for?

Continue Reading ………………….


Copyright © 2006-2013 Vivien Ní Dhuinn

About miss tarot teacher

I am a Blogger, Blog Mentor and writer. I am also an experienced Tarot Consultant and have written an in-depth and comprehensive online course for those who wish to become a Professional Tarot Reader or Consultant. I am skilled in various areas of Digital Technology. I happen to make vintage style boudoir dolls in my spare time and am a trained mezzo soprano. I have a passion for Tudor History.

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