Brightly Woven

faded, Dorwan bent to retrieve his talisman.
    “I’ll let the two of you say good-bye,” he said, and turned, walking back into the sunlight.

    “Great gods,” North grumbled as soon as Dorwan was out of our sight. “Oh, bloody fantastic! I hate that rotting misericord, and he knows it!”
    I stared at him helplessly.
    “The mercygiver?” he clarified. “The dagger? Used by sodding tricksters and sneaks because they can’t fight with a real weapon? Great. Oh, bloody great.”
    “You’re worried about…the dagger?” I asked incredulously, wondering if I had misunderstood him. He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Are you insane?” I said. “You just challenged him to a duel! What’s gotten into you? We have no time as it is!”
    “It was the only way to make sure he stopped chasing us,” he said, stooping down to pick up his cloaks. “I didn’t see another choice.” He shook out the cloaks to clean the dust from them.
    “Besides,” he continued, “I’m much stronger than he is. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
    “What good is strength if you have no sense?” I asked. I grabbed his forearms. He took the opportunity to wrap the black cloak around us; when it fell away, we were back at the head of the mountain pass.
    “No!” I said, turning to run back into the pass. “I won’t let you leave me behind, not again!”
    “Syd!” he said, catching me in two strides. “Listen to me—you have to get away, all right? Stop!”
    “No!” I said. “I won’t!”
    North gave me a hard shake, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Just for a little while,” he said quietly. One of his arms wrapped around me, and his other hand came up to touch my hair. “Until the fight is over.”
    “What was he talking about?” I asked him. “When he said you took me because you wanted to study me?”
    “Because…,” he began.
    “Don’t lie,” I warned. “There’s something you’re not telling me. After hearing you and Pascal, and now Dorwan—”
    “You can’t believe a word he says, Syd.” North pulled away. “He’s full of deceit.”
    “Then why would he want me?” I pressed.
    North dropped his bag unceremoniously over my shoulder. “Keep this safe for me, will you?”
    “It’s not because there’s…something unnatural about me? About my magic?” I asked.
    “There is nothing unnatural about you,” he said sharply. “Nothing.”
    I nodded.
    “Just wish me luck and let me go,” he said.
    I looked down. “You don’t need luck.”
    He laughed, bringing my hand up to kiss it.
    “Try to find a place to hide, or get as far away as you can,” he said.
    “What about you?” I said.
    “I’ll find you, as soon as I possibly can,” he said, wrapping a loose curl around his finger. “You’re a bit hard to miss, you know.”
    He backed away, pulling his cloak up and leaving me trembling and alone.

    The path we had taken down the mountain wasn’t difficult to follow, and the walk back was made easier by the fact that I had left our bags and my loom in the wagon. I was supposed to be with them, of course, but I didn’t care what North wanted—I wasn’t going to sit there and wait for him to return.
    Jinx , my mind whispered.
    A terrible boom echoed through the air, and I ran. A blast of wind blew my skirts up around me, and fist-sized rocks began to rain down. My boots threatened to trip me up against the loose rocks and soil, but I kept running. Another loud crash echoed through the pass, ringing out so loudly I thought it would consume me.
    Someone screamed—a man’s voice, strained and distorted. I saw a cloud of red fire cut through the sunlit opening of the pass, followed by a man shouting, “Come on, you can do better!”
    I couldn’t tell who it belonged to, and that scared me more than anything.
    The slope was steep; I fell at one point and scrambled the rest of the way up on my hands and knees. The ground shook with the force of their spells.
    The pass had brought me out far above where we had entered with the wagon. I could see the wizards throwing around blasts of fire, light, earth, wind, and ice as if it was themost natural thing in the world. The only source of shelter I could find was a gnarled tree, brown and barren. I was about halfway up the slope from them, but I could hear and see as clearly as if I was beside them.
    Dorwan thrust his dagger onto the ground, and a vein of black ice sprang up, solidifying around North’s heavy boots. North shattered it