Brightly Woven

down on Genet’s arm I regretted it. He let out an awful shriek of pain, pushing me down the last few steps and back into the tavern. I landed hard on my knees, knocking into the feet of two tavern patrons.
    “Have some respect, you stupid girl!” Genet howled, stumbling down the rest of the stairs. “Do you know with whom you’re dealing?”
    “Yes,” I snapped, struggling to my feet. “A filthy pig!”
    Genet raised his hand, and I squeezed my eyes shut, sure I would be receiving the worst backhanded slap of my life.
    Genet froze and whimpered, but didn’t back away.
    “Oh, ho,” said a familiar voice. “That was close!” I opened my eyes as North’s free hand—the one that hadn’t caught Genet’s wrist—gently pulled my arm free. I pushed myself away from both of them.
    “You interrupt my business?” Genet sputtered. “Do you know what this wench just accused me of being?”
    “A filthy pig,” North said good-naturedly. “But there’s only one filthy pig allowed in her life, and the position’s been filled.”
    Genet’s eyes swept over the length of him, taking in the foot of height that separated them with cool indifference.
    “Up to the room with you, Syd,” North said under his breath.
    “No, Syd, stay,” Genet said.
    “Stop calling me Syd!” I cried.
    “She’s agreed to come with me.” Genet did not seem to notice the tavern had quieted around us. Even the barman was studying our exchange closely.
    “I don’t even know who you are!” I said. Genet grabbed for me again, but North was between us.
    “I did not say that you could leave.” Genet flicked his cloak back dramatically, revealing a multicolored rope hanging like a tamed snake at his hip. North looked as if he’d love nothing more than to strangle the other man with it.
    “Who in the seven hells…,” I heard North mumble as he pushed me behind him yet again.
    “I am Renald Stonewall Genet, wizard of the much esteemed patron Mr. Orvilley of Orvilley and Orvilley Sea Shipping, ranked one hundred twenty-two of all wizards. I’d prefer not to use my magic, so if you, young sir, would kindly wait here while I escort this young lady back to my residence…”
    “Can’t you do something?” I asked North desperately.
    “Syd,” North began warningly. “Don’t—”
    “You’re a wizard, too, right? Make him—” I stopped, seeing the pained expression on North’s face. That had not been the right thing to say.
    “A wizard?” The smile crept back up the side of Genet’s greasy face. “No wizard I’ve seen. Dressed as you are, I doubt you have a patron, but if you do, I would like to know his name as well, so I can write and tell him of your inferiority. I’ll have to know your rank before we duel, as well.”
    “Duel?” I asked, looking back and forth between them. I knew about wizard duels; everything I had read pointed to bloodshed and destruction.
    I looked around the tavern to faces that were both startled and intrigued. The man in the pale overcoat with a pipe hadmoved to stand near the door, as if anticipating the need to run—or perhaps just to get a better view of the fight. But the wizards couldn’t fight here, not when there was a chance others could be hurt. North appeared to have a similar thought.
    “You want to duel? Right now?” North asked. “Right here?”
    Genet nodded, a smile stretching across his face. “Don’t be frightened, friend; you get the first attack. It’s only proper for the challenged wizard to go first. If you’d be so kind as to tell me your rank…?”
    “North!” I hissed. “Let’s just go! Don’t forget—”
    North silenced me with a wave of his hand, smiling as though he were about to eat the other wizard whole. He stood like a statue, the perfect image of self-confidence. Genet looked just as sure, maybe even more so now that his braided whip was in his hands, the split tip dragging lazily on the ground.
    “Hey!” the barman called. “I don’t want none of this in—!”
    I will never forget the sound North’s fist made as it connected with the other wizard’s skull. Genet’s nose crunched sickeningly, and a large spray of blood flew up before he slumped to the ground, motionless. George rushed forward, dropping to his knees next to his employer.
    North leaned over the other wizard’s unconscious body. “I win.”
    “Did you kill him?” I asked as the tavern roared with laughter.
    “Oh, hardly.” North snorted. “I barely hit him,