Quanto che vorrà? >> Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

"But it was certain that Roland did not lend an ear to these warnings and a single vision held him: the one represented by Arcanum Seven, which he now put on the table, The Chariot. The artist , who, with gleaming enamels, had illuminated these tarots of ours had this Chariot driven not by the usual king seen in more common cards, but by a woman dressed as a sorceress or Oriental queen, holding the reins of two white, winged horses. This was how Roland's raving imagination conceived Angelica's enchanted entrance into the forest; it was a print of flying hoofs he pursued, lighter than a butterfly's feet, the trail that was his guide through the thicket.

Wretched man! He did not yet know that in the deepest part of the thicket Angelica and Medoro were meanwhile united in a soft, heart-rending embrace. It took the Arcanum of Love to reveal this to him, with the languor of desire our miniaturist had been able to give the two lovers' gaze. (We began to understand that , with those iron hands and that dreaming air, Roland had, from the beginning, kept for himself the most beautiful cards in the pack, allowing the others to stammer out their vicissitudes to the sound of cups and clubs, gold coins and swords.)

The truth forced its way into Roland's thoughts: in the moist depths of the female forest there is a temple of Eros where other values count, not the ones determined by his Durendal. Angelica's favorite was not one of the illustrious commanders of troops but a youth of the entourage, slender, coy as a girl; his figure, enlarged, appeared in the following card: the Page of Clubs (31).