It was the standard signal from the deck that Geraint should probe no further. But this time, just for once, he felt that the horned, green-clad man grinned at him for a reason. The Fool is all things, he mused. Right now, I can’t get anywhere with anything. I don’t know where Serrin is, my days are filled with meaningless routine, there’s nothing I can do for Fran, I get nowhere with the police. Looking at the card, he thought how it was a complete contradiction. But then, that was the way with card zero.