It was May’s idea,” Quentin added.

“I’m sure it was,” I said. Sylvester started circling. I dropped into a defensive position. “I’m not really comfortable with this, May.”

“Cope,” she said.

“Maybe an audience will make you shape up,” Sylvester said, and lunged.

I parried. “Maybe an audience will distract me and get me gutted.”

“Let’s see some carnage!” hollered May, pumping her fist in the air.

“This isn’t professional wrestling!” I snapped, trying to hit Sylvester’s ankle. He blocked, turning my thrust aside and nearly disarming me. “And I swear if you shout ‘take it off,’ I am coming over there.”

“Take what off?” asked Sylvester.

“Nothing, Your Grace,” Quentin and I said in unison.

Author: Seanan McGuire

It was May’s idea,” Quentin added.<br /><br />“I’m sure it was,” I said. Sylvester started circling. I dropped into a defensive position. “I’m not really comfortable with this, May.”<br /><br />“Cope,” she said.<br /><br />“Maybe an audience will make you shape up,” Sylvester said, and lunged.<br /><br />I parried. “Maybe an audience will distract me and get me gutted.”<br /><br />“Let’s see some carnage!” hollered May, pumping her fist in the air.<br /><br />“This isn’t professional wrestling!” I snapped, trying to hit Sylvester’s ankle. He blocked, turning my thrust aside and nearly disarming me. “And I swear if you shout ‘take it off,’ I am coming over there.”<br /><br />“Take what off?” asked Sylvester.<br /><br />“Nothing, Your Grace,” Quentin and I said in unison. - Seanan McGuire



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