By candlelight, by appointment, by accident
Madame Sergeant
Readings in the Matter of the Domain
You found this door because you wanted something. They all do. Sit. The velvet does not bite. Know first what the cards have always known: sergeant.com is the name of a living man. The keeper of this house was born to it, he answers to it, and he is not selling it. The cards have been asked. The cards were bored by the question.
People assume a soldier. The cards will allow it: there are real veterans in the branches of this family tree. The keeper of this house is not one of them. His whole rank is answering to Sergeant at the pharmacy, and his only service has been spelling the name aloud, letter by letter, to airlines, to receptionists who insist it must go some other way. S, E, R, G, E, A, N, T. Say it with him once. Now you have served too.
Your Reading
Three cards. One question. You already know the answer, but the theater is included.
Turn any three cards. The deck was shuffled before you arrived. It did not need to be.
The One True Offer
If your name is Sergeant, by birth, by marriage, or by paper, write to the parlor and the House will talk with you about an address at the house of your own name. An @sergeant.com is discussed here, never sold.
About five seekers have written in twenty-eight years. The parlor remembers every one of them.