Like the Nine of Cups, the Nine of Batons shows the destructive aspect of its element. Old ideas are processed and consumed in the bonfire. There is a sense of defeat at this point of no return, with Summer dying into Autumn. “Sadie” laments the loss of things that one assumed would always be there. But, the way of Batons is not to dwell on the loss. The driftwood fire burns in a spectacular display, and afterward lightens the load and clears fertile ground.