A woman’s scream shakes the pub as John Wyot falls to the floor and dies. Looks like death loves your company, lad, says the bald man. Fuck, I exhale as they all jump to subdue John Doget. I’ll fucking cut all you and decorate these pub with you’s entrails, says Doget pointing the knife at everyone around him. Can’t you do anything? asks me the bald man. To him? Not with magic. To the knife? I could make it’s blade disappear, I tell him thinking about what I’ve said. Then fucking do it, says the bald man as he pushes me from behind. I try to concentrate since I’d have to displace weight from one object to another. So? I’m waiting, says the bald man. Something hits me from the side. What the fuck, I mutter to myself as I lean over. Who threw that? asks the bald man. But no one pays attention to him as Doget tries to push people further and further by constantly pointing his knife at them. I’m an idiot. If I did that, the murder weapon would’ve disappeared! I scream at the bald man. He starts laughing. You’re right, lad. Glad you thought of that, he says whilst still laughing. But I have an idea, I tell him as I once more concentrate. Stay back or you all have the same faith this idiot had! And I’ll send you with an quick trip to heaven, says Doget. John Doget’s boots start growing slowly. What is the hell? he asks barely able to move his feet. What is happening to my boots? I can’t take them down. Why are they so heavy? he asks in desperation before falling face down.

So that’s your magic, says the bald man as the people quickly take the knife away from Doget. That’s some magic, I suppose, I try to brush it off. Who did that? asks John Brede. This guy did! He’s a wizard who just came into town. And supposedly killed a washer woman with a ripper, says the bald man. Did you have to include that last part? I ask him irritated. They all look with worried faces at me. I didn’t kill anyone. I was just a witness to a washer woman getting robbed, I try to reassure them. And also killed, says the bald man. Yes, she was also killed, by a man who fled the scene but for whom they are out there looking for right now, I added trying to take a few steps back, but hitting the bar behind me. That much is true what the lad is saying. They are looking for evidence or possibly another murderer, says the bald man. What happened? asks Richard as he opens the door huffing and puffing barely holding his breath. Not this dick again, says the bald man. Richard quickly spots me. I knew it was you, you arrogant bastard. You got away from court last time and went killing again huh? And now you have this bald fellow to help you? Richard asks. I only helped stop the killed, I say with an awkward smile on my face. Sure you did. I can smell the devil on you, says Richard. That’s just the ale, mate. Don’t get your nipples twisted, says the bald man as the Sheriff enters. John Brede quickly goes to explain the situation. Looks like you’re in a pickle again, says the bald man. Quickly gather a jury of good men, says the Sheriff.

The Sheriff ties Doget’s hands behind his back and looks at his boots. Who did this? he asks. They all make way towards me. Why are you here, boy? asks the Sheriff. He brought me here, I point towards the bald man. The Sheriff rubs his eyes. I am not even halfway through my work night and I am already tired. Please undo your magic, says the Sheriff as he picks Doget up. I concentrate once more to make everything be how it was before. As the boots get smaller and smaller, Doget starts to move his legs more and more. If you can do that. Why couldn’t you save that man? Why can’t you save that man now? And now that I think of it. If we’re all born with magic and this blessing, how is it that you can just stab someone and kill them? asks the bald man. What? asks the Sheriff. Because magic is part of nature. So is death. Magic doesn’t make you impervious or immortal. It’s just another part of nature. That’s why magic can’t destroy other magic. Or why I can’t mind control everyone here. Or whatever else people think of us, magic users, I explain. You’re just lying. You with your devilish tongue, says Richard. Why would I lie to you when I could’ve just erased your minds and leave like none of you every saw me? I ask the pub. He has his point, says the Sheriff. An officer barges in. We have a jury and we found a judge, says the officer. Not even on God’s day off does justice take a break, huh? asks the bald man. The Sheriff looks at me. You are coming with us too, he says as Richard cheers.

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