Let’s go for it. The Knight rides in on his white horse, sword held high, face against the wind, damn the torpedoes. Who’s with me?
The first thing I noticed tuning into this card this morning was the horse, having just come in from our morning walk, my horse and I. The horse on a traditional old European deck looks downright scared, legs stiffened straight out in front of him at full gallop and giving the enthusiastic hell-bent-for-leather Knight on his back a serious side-eye. I speak fluent horse, so allow me to translate:
you sure, boss?
-Sancho Panza to Don Quixote
Curious, I started checking out the horses in the other decks, and there’s something off about each of them. One old deck has the Knight’s horse crosseyed, as if his manic master wants to charge off in all directions and the poor horse doesn’t know which way to go. On the Russian deck, the horse is rearing, head turned backward as if refusing to move forward at all. The Morgan-Greer deck shows us simply the bust of a Knight, his sword bloody, a tower behind him is in flames. He is turning back to look at the damage he has done. He is smug.
Maybe he just hacked somebody’s computer and is sitting back in his little dark room cackling about it.
That’s the double-edged sword of this Knight of Swords. He doesn’t care. He’s a pirate. The old tales about white knights riding in to save princesses would have been this guy, the dragonslayer. Damn the collateral damage – he’s a soldier first.
Brave, yes. Somebody’s gotta be.