{"id":19970,"date":"2022-04-14T08:30:36","date_gmt":"2022-04-14T12:30:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=19970"},"modified":"2022-04-13T13:05:32","modified_gmt":"2022-04-13T17:05:32","slug":"sagas-among-the-arcana-the-knight-of-swords-and-three-of-pentacles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2022\/04\/14\/sagas-among-the-arcana-the-knight-of-swords-and-three-of-pentacles\/","title":{"rendered":"Sagas Among the Arcana: The Knight of Swords and Three of Pentacles"},"content":{"rendered":"

One day a knight happened upon my shop. She held a blade so sharp and so polished, it glinted blindingly even with the dark overcast. She handed me three coins and said:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMake me a crown.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Her eyes slate eyes spoke dangerous promises, so out of self-preservation I gathered my white robes and said:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her black stallion marched her away. My legs still shook beneath my skirts, whether from the cutting winds or fear I knew not.<\/p>\n

I used her three coins to forge the finest crown in the nation, fine enough for a Queen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Years later, in the summer, the stallion returned with its owner. I was sweating, yet I still shook. It was never the wind.<\/p>\n

The knight had made a name for herself since I gave her the crown, now dirtied and unshined, leading many a warrior to victory. Now it seems that she wants to lead me to the palace.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome with me, your skills may be useful for things other than jewelry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her arm is stretched out. I can make out the chords of muscle beneath the thin sleeves.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her palm\u00a0<\/span>is warm and she grips me firmly as I allow her to haul me upon her mount.<\/p>\n

She gives me three thousand more coins and under her guidance, I make much, much more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

One day a knight happened upon my shop. She held a blade so sharp and so polished, it glinted blindingly even with the dark overcast. She handed me three coins and said: \u201cMake me a crown.\u201d Her eyes slate eyes spoke dangerous promises, so out of self-preservation I gathered my white robes and said: \u201cYes.\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2257,"featured_media":19691,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1257,1382],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19970"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2257"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19970"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19970\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19974,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19970\/revisions\/19974"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/19691"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}