"This short story starts with a delightfully poetic opening line: "Reality yielded with scant grace allowing the Magi into the desolate plain of coarse black sand under a bloated red sun" - and we know we are up and running, urgent to know what will happen next.
The titular contest is one of magic, which should not come as a surprise to regular readers of John Benson, however this is a mere cipher for an underlying skirmish in the eternal battle of the sexes.
The rules for the contest are negotiated, but at the end, not all the participants know who has won and who has lost."
A young girl challenges a master to a powerful contest with extreme forfeits.
synopsis by Gabbs