I spread out the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth cards quickly. In the center was the Tower being struck by lightning and going up in flames. A man toppled from one window, screaming as he fell to his doom. In my mind’s eye, the tower sprouted a sign that said "Bob’s Cartage," and the face of the falling man became that of a squatter I know. You needn’t be a seer to read disaster in that card. On the left was the Ten of Swords showing a body in armor on a bier surrounded by swords. It represented the worst outcome—in this case, physical death. When the figure became a turtle, the armor seemed appropriate. Then, to my horror. I saw myself lying on the bier. If Turtle died, my own death wouldn’t be far behind. The last card showed the Chariot, another Arcanum. Before my eyes, the chariot began to move and Jaxxon became the charioteer. "You will face great danger. You may die. You will certainly fight, but combat is not the solution. Motion is the key."