Bridge of Dreams

Chapter 6

Friends and family gathered at Philo’s Place in the Den, using the indoor dining room for this private meeting. Glorianna wasn’t sure why she’d chosen the Den instead of Nadia’s house in Aurora. Maybe because she needed to say these words in a landscape that was hers instead of one held by her mother?

She and Yoshani had left a message for Michael where he would find it the moment he returned from Foggy Downs, the village that was first on his list to visit. After leaving a message at Nadia’s house, she and Yoshani had gone to the Den.

She had created this landscape for Sebastian when they were fifteen years old. He had needed a place where he would feel welcome, would feel at home. She had taken a dark piece of a city and reshaped it into this carnal carnival out of the wants and dreams and needs of the young incubus Sebastian had been.

The Den and the man had changed over the years, had matured. Had almost parted ways. In fact, she had almost lost her cousin when he’d been captured and taken to Wizard City, but he was still here. She needed to remember that a person could find his way home if his heart still belonged to a place or the people who waited for him there.

She managed to remain seated until Teaser walked into the room and grinned at her.

“Hey-a, Glorianna. I wanted to tell you—”

“Not now, Teaser,” Yoshani said quietly.

Glorianna pushed away from the table and began to pace. Being a Guide didn’t make her any less unhappy as a sister.

Teaser looked from one to the other, his grin fading. “Has something happened?”

“Yes,” Yoshani replied, “but let’s wait for everyone to arrive before we discuss it.”

“Daylight,” Teaser muttered. “I’ll go see what Philo has to drink.” He walked through the door that led to the kitchen.

Before he returned, Sebastian’s wife, Lynnea, entered the dining room. “Glorianna! It’s wonderful to see you here.”

“No, it’s not,” Teaser said as he swung back into the room with a tray full of bottles and glasses. “Well, it is, but she’s not here to play cards with the bull demons and win a jar of olives.”

“You play for olives?” Yoshani asked.

“I play for money most of the time, but Philo will trade meals for jars of olives or olive oil, so…” Teaser shrugged.

“Is something wrong?” Lynnea asked. “Where is Michael?”

“Foggy Downs,” Glorianna replied. “I left a message for him to meet us here, but we won’t wait for him.”

She saw the alarm in Lynnea’s blue eyes, but before Lynnea could ask any questions, Nadia and her husband, Jeb, walked in, followed by Sebastian.

Dressed in a moss green shirt and snug black denim pants, Sebastian had a body that would earn him a second look from any female old enough—or young enough—to dream about a man. The sable hair, sharp green eyes, and sinfully handsome face guaranteed he could have his pick of lovers. And he’d had his pick until he turned in his membership in the “I’m a badass incubus” club, married Lynnea, and became the Justice Maker for the Den. Of course, learning that he had inherited the deadly powers of a wizard from his father and was the heart Glorianna had used as the anchor for the Den might have had something to do with his decision to change careers.

Sebastian looked around. Anticipating him, Glorianna said, “Michael will be back as soon as he can. I didn’t ask Caitlin to join us. She’ll need to be told, but she doesn’t need to be here right now.”

“Told what?” Nadia asked at the same time Sebastian said, “Where’s Lee?”

Glorianna took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “Lee crossed over to another landscape, one that doesn’t resonate with me—or with anyone else in the family.”

“What do you mean?” “When did this happen?” “Glorianna…” Protests and questions from Nadia, Jeb, and Lynnea.

“Wait,” Sebastian said sharply. Nudging Lynnea out of his way, he walked up to Glorianna and studied her. “Why do you think he crossed over?”

“I don’t think it; I know it,” Glorianna said.

“He’s a Bridge and your brother. He wouldn’t leave.”

“You’re my cousin and you almost did.”

“No.”

“Yes.” This was why she’d come to the Den to tell the family about Lee. Because she’d almost lost Sebastian too, and she was hoping he would help the others understand. “You had grown away from the Den, had begun to want something else. If the Eater of the World hadn’t escaped when It did, if Lynnea hadn’t come to the Den when she did, you would have crossed over one night to rendezvous with a woman you had met in the twilight of waking dreams—and you wouldn’t have come back. Even if you’d intended to return to the Den, you wouldn’t have found your way back.”

“But I did stay,” Sebastian protested.

“Because things changed,” Glorianna said. “You changed. You realigned with the Den in a new way and opened your heart to the daylight landscapes in order to make a life that included the woman you love.”

“What does that have to do with Lee walking away from his family?”

“I’m not sure he walked away from everyone.” It hurt to admit that.

“Nadia’s landscapes are in your garden,” Yoshani said quietly. “While we made arrangements for this meeting, you seemed certain that Lee couldn’t reach the landscapes held by your mother.”

“I did think that at first. But Mother’s landscapes don’t resonate with me; they resonate with her.” Glorianna looked at her mother, who was a Fifth-Level Landscaper. “Lee is a Bridge. He can pick up a stone and make a one-shot bridge to Aurora anytime he wants to without going through any of my landscapes. So I think he’ll still be able to reach you.”

“Or he could use that island of his, right?” Jeb asked.

She shook her head, her eyes still on her mother. “That island doesn’t resonate with him anymore.”

Nadia sucked in a breath and pressed her fingers over her lips.

“Damn the daylight, Glorianna,” Sebastian snapped as the door opened behind him. “Why did this happen?”

“Why did what happen?” Michael set his daypack by the door. He hurried over to Glorianna and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Sebastian stared at Michael, whose brown hair was always a little shaggy and whose smoky blue eyes usually held a friendly look and missed little about the people around him. He was a Magician, ill-wisher, and luck-bringer—and he was learning to be a Guide to the world. Ephemera called him the Music because he used music to reach people’s hearts and keep his pieces of the world in balance.

After a long moment of staring at Michael, Sebastian’s sharp green eyes fixed on Glorianna. “He’s acting like a brat because you and the Magician are playing house?”

“Don’t be snide about a heart’s journey,” Glorianna warned. “And Michael and I are not playing house.”

“Will somebody tell me what’s going on?” Michael demanded.

“Lee’s gone,” Teaser said. “Crossed over somewhere and poofed. Even abandoned his little island.”

Michael looked thoughtful. Then he shook his head. “No. He doesn’t want to be around me, and I’m sorry to say it, darling, but he’s a fair ways out of tune with the darker side of you these days. But he’s not out of tune with the Light. The music in him is still in tune with Sanctuary.”

“The island that was his personal landscape doesn’t resonate with him anymore,” Glorianna said.

Michael looked grim. “It should.”

She pulled away from him. Couldn’t they see she was struggling to accept this? Why wouldn’t they let her accept this? “But it doesn’t. Because he’s had enough. Don’t you see? Lee is twenty-nine years old, and he has never had a life of his own because of me.”

“Glorianna!” Nadia said sharply, rising to her feet.

“It’s true, Mother. You know it is.” Feeling desperate, she took a step away from them all. “He trained at the School in order to be a Bridge for me. He avoided making friends because he couldn’t trust anyone because of me. He’s never had a lover, never been a lover in the fullest sense, because he wouldn’t take the chance of the woman betraying me. Then I walked away from him, walked away from everyone. Well, now he’s walked away from me.”

Silence.

“That was quite a performance,” Nadia said. “Should we pass a hat and throw in some coins?”

Stunned, Glorianna stared at her mother.

“We are not the only family in Ephemera who has had secrets,” Nadia said. “We’re not the only family who has had to take some care in what we say and how we live. Your brother wasn’t a Bridge for you out of some sense of family duty, Glorianna. He chose to work with you. He chose to stand with you. If he’d found a woman he loved as deeply as Sebastian loves Lynnea or Michael loves you, he would have brought her around to meet the family, to meet you. Lee isn’t alone because of you.”

Glorianna’s eyes stung with unshed tears. “Then why is he gone?”

“When was the last time Lee used the island?” Sebastian asked.

“He was doing a circuit, checking bridges,” Yoshani replied. “He returned to Sanctuary every two or three days to replenish his food and check in. When Glorianna noticed the island, I thought Lee had returned.” He tried to smile. “It was baking day, and Brighid always set some treats aside for him.”

“The music in a man’s heart doesn’t change that much that fast,” Michael said quietly. “I’m not saying Lee didn’t find a place of interest to him that isn’t within reach of the rest of us, but a man doesn’t change that fast.”

“Unless something happened to him,” Sebastian said.

“Or someone happened to him?” Teaser asked.

Glorianna stiffened. Why hadn’t she thought of that when she’d known it could happen?

“All right,” Michael said. “Who could change a man that fast?”

“Wizards,” Sebastian spat. “When I was held captive in Wizard City…”

“Your resonance changed,” Glorianna finished softly. “Because of what they did to you. We almost lost you, Sebastian.”

Michael turned to Yoshani. “You said Lee would check in. Do you know where he was?”

Yoshani picked up a small book from the table beside him. “Lee kept meticulous notes about the bridges he created—where they were, what kind, and what landscapes they connected.”

Glorianna pushed her long black hair away from her face and held out a hand for the book. “Let me see that. If he was avoiding my landscapes, he would have been checking bridges in Mother’s pieces of Ephemera.” She riffled pages until she reached the last notation, then tipped the book when Nadia came up beside her so that her mother could read it too.

“I know that bridge,” Nadia said. “It’s in the landscape that borders Aurora. It spans a creek near a village called Tully and provides a way to cross over to two of my other landscapes and one of yours.”

“So this bridge is in one of your landscapes, Aunt Nadia?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes.” Nadia paled. “If Lee ran into trouble…”

“Then an enemy may have found a way in,” Sebastian finished. “Do you think Michael and I resonate with that other landscape enough to cross the border and visit? What about Dalton and Addison? I’d like to take a look at the bridge Lee was checking, and I’d like to have trained guards coming with us.”

“I—” Nadia took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “I don’t think any of you would have trouble, but if something has changed…”

“Lee gave me a couple of one-shot bridges that would bring me back to the Den,” Teaser said. “I asked for them so I’d feel easier about crossing over to…ah…visit a new friend.”

“I have a couple of one-shots for the Den,” Sebastian said.

“If I get separated from the rest of you, I can just take the step between here and there and return to my bit of garden on the Island in the Mist,” Michael said.

Sebastian nodded. “Then let’s send word to Dalton and Addison. The sooner we figure out where Lee has gone, the better.”

Dalton, a law enforcer in Aurora, had his own horse. So did Addison, who worked as a guard in the Den. Since Sebastian wasn’t sure the demon cycles that lived in the Den would be able to cross over to the landscape they needed to reach, he and Michael borrowed horses from the law enforcers’ stables in Aurora.

Following Nadia’s directions to the cairn that marked the border between Aurora and Tully, the four men reached the bridge without incident, but they didn’t see any sign of Lee and couldn’t find any indication that they were on the right side of the bridge.

“If Lee crossed over to check on this bridge from the other side, he could have run into trouble there,” Dalton said, shifting in his saddle. “Even a daylight landscape has dark hearts in it. He could have been robbed and left somewhere, wounded.”

Sebastian shook his head. “Why would thieves be interested in him? He wasn’t carrying anything. His pack was on the island. If he’d felt threatened, he would have stepped back on the island. That’s all he needed to do to be in a place thieves couldn’t reach.”

“Except the island isn’t answering him anymore, is it?” Michael said quietly. “So maybe he thought the danger couldn’t reach him, but it did.”

“Maybe.” Sebastian dismounted, glad to feel his own feet on the ground. Ordinary horses wouldn’t try to kill you for fun—or eat you—but if he had to depend on something besides his own feet, he still preferred dealing with the demon cycles.

Michael, Dalton, and Addison dismounted. Dropping his reins to ground tie his horse, Addison moved away from the others, studying the ground.

Dalton ground tied his horse, drew his short sword, then tipped his head toward the bridge. “I’ll cross over.”

“No,” Sebastian said. “You have a wife and children.”

Dalton gave Sebastian an odd smile. “Justice Maker, this is a stationary bridge between known landscapes. This is as safe as a man can be in Ephemera. And I have the one-shot bridge you gave me that will get me back to the Den.”

“All right, then—”

“Captain!” Addison called. “Found something.” He pointed at the ground just ahead of where he stood.

They hurried to join him. Addison shook his head and took the reins from Michael and Sebastian.

Sebastian hesitated, then picked up the pocket watch, tugging the chain out of the soil.

“Is that Lee’s?” Dalton asked.

Michael muttered under his breath about the wild child.

Sebastian smiled as he handed the broken watch to Michael. “It belongs to the Magician, in a manner of speaking.”

Dalton walked ahead of them for a few paces, then stopped and pointed. “Here’s another one.”

“I’d best fetch the other horses.” Addison handed the reins to Michael.

They found two more broken pocket watches while they were still in sight of the bridge.

Sebastian looked at Michael. “Looks like Ephemera is giving us a trail. Should we walk for a bit?”

Michael nodded. “If we keep the creek on our right, we’ll be able to retrace our steps.”

They walked for several minutes at a brisk pace, Dalton in front and Addison in the rear, leading the four horses.

“Haven’t seen another of those watches,” Dalton said. “Maybe Lee—”

The wind shifted.

“Guardians and Guides,” Dalton said, choking. “What’s that smell?”

“Stinkweed,” Sebastian and Michael said as they broke into a run.

They slowed when they spotted pieces of broken planks floating in the creek. Holding a hand over their noses and mouths, they cautiously approached what was left of a rough footbridge. At Dalton’s signal, Addison hung back with the horses.

The stinkweed spread two man lengths in front of the bridge. What was left of the planks had been crushed by some kind of thorny vines. Five plants with leaves so dark a green they looked black grew around the area where someone had built a campfire. As they stared at the plants, a flower began pushing out of a fleshy pod.

“Shit!” Dalton yelped, taking a step back.

“A turd plant?” Sebastian asked as he too stepped back. The smell made his eyes water.

“The wild child has been more expressive since Glorianna returned,” Michael said.

“Meaning what?” Sebastian backed away from the plants. “That there were five people here the world didn’t like?”

“Or didn’t like being here,” Michael said grimly.

“There’s a bit of a rise there,” Dalton said. “Enough to hide a small camp. Stay here. I’m going to take a look.” He headed toward the rise.

Sebastian studied the ground around the creek. Not that he could tell much beyond the obvious. “Lee didn’t make that bridge.”

“No,” Michael agreed, “but somebody did—and that person managed to bring over others who shouldn’t have been able to reach a place held by Nadia.”

He could think of one kind of person who had been able to travel in the daylight landscapes, regardless of the foulness in their hearts. Wizards. Not just the wizards who were Justice Makers, but the ones who acted on behalf of the Dark Guides.

Dalton whistled, pointed to them, and made a “come along” motion. Another hand signal to Addison had the other guard tying the horses to a couple of young trees before pulling out his short sword and joining them.

Sebastian and Michael hurried up the rise.

“What?” Sebastian asked.

“I’ve made enough of both kinds of camps to know the difference between making an overnight stop and settling in,” Dalton said, looking at Sebastian.

Dalton had been the guard captain who had helped Koltak, Sebastian’s wizard father, capture him and bring him to Wizard City—and had protected him when Koltak tried to kill him after Sebastian maimed the wizard’s foot. Dismissed and stripped of his rank because he’d protected the incubus, Dalton and his family had ended up in Aurora.

Now Sebastian and Dalton were both law enforcers in their own ways—although the incubus-wizard’s interpretation of those duties didn’t tend to match the former captain’s.

“They waited here for someone?” Sebastian asked, wanting confirmation.

Dalton nodded. “And whatever happened here happened fast enough that they left without breaking camp.”

“Then let’s take a look around.” Michael headed down the rise. He stopped when he reached the tents and tipped his head toward one, then the other. “Sebastian, give me a hand with this.”

Moving to the back of the tent, Michael wrapped a hand around the tent peg and waited until Sebastian held the front tent peg. They pulled out the pegs and flipped up that side of the tent, revealing the contents stored inside.

Blanket rolls. Packs. Water skins. Nothing Sebastian wouldn’t expect to see. Nothing Lee didn’t keep on the island when he was planning to sleep out for a few days while checking the bridges.

When they flipped up the side of the other tent…

“Guardians and Guides,” Dalton said.

A man lay on the ground, his body blackened. He might have been a young man, but his face and body were so broken, it was hard to tell.

“What happened to him?” Addison asked.

“Wizards’ lightning,” Sebastian replied, rubbing his thumb against two fingers. “He was struck by wizards’ lightning. Looks like he was beaten first, but he was killed by the lightning.”

“Maybe he was trying to help Lee fight off a wizard,” Dalton said.

“Whatever he was doing here, I’m thinking he wasn’t a friend to Lee,” Michael said, pointing to the small plants that began poking out of the ground around the man’s head.

Even when they were tiny plants, stinkweed was vile.

The men backed away.

“All right,” Sebastian said. “Assuming the world knows how to count”—he looked at Michael, who shrugged—“five people crossed over to this landscape—one of Nadia’s landscapes—and made camp. At least one of them was a wizard. Now they’re gone. So is Lee. And the only one left in their camp is a dead man. How did they get here, and how did they leave?” He had his own ideas about how, but he wanted to hear what the other men had to say.

“Those planks over the creek,” Dalton said thoughtfully, looking in that direction. “The bridge that linked Wizard City to the landscape Wizard Koltak traveled through to find you wasn’t any different. If that fellow was a Bridge, that could explain how the wizard and his men got here, but not why they stopped here. The wizards who are roaming free in the landscapes still want to destroy Belladonna. Why stop here?”

“Maybe this is as close as they could get,” Sebastian said. “It took Koltak days to reach me in the Den, and I don’t think any wizard or Dark Guide has been able to reach any place held by Glorianna Belladonna since then.”

Dalton stiffened. “But if they had someone like Lee, a Bridge who could get them into her landscapes…”

Sebastian nodded. “A Landscaper, a Bridge, even the thrice-damned wizards would know bridges are checked regularly. Wouldn’t be hard to guess that Lee had made most of the bridges in Nadia’s landscapes. All they needed to do is find one and wait for him to show up.”

“Doesn’t explain what happened to them,” Addison said.

“One-shot resonating bridge,” Michael replied quietly. “When Lee and I were in Raven’s Hill, he tossed a stone at a man who was about to start a tavern brawl. The man disappeared before our eyes. Lee didn’t know where the man had gone, just that he’d gone to a landscape that resonated with his heart at that moment.”

“Probably not a good place if he was about to start a brawl,” Sebastian said.

“Probably not,” Michael agreed. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Whatever problems Lee has with Glorianna and me, there’s one thing about the man I’m sure of: when he realized there was a wizard among those men, he did whatever he could to protect his mother and sister.”

“He couldn’t get to the island,” Sebastian said softly. “Couldn’t get away.”

“So he grabs some stones and puts enough of the Bridges’ power into them to make them one-shot resonating bridges, trying to get those men away from here,” Michael said.

Sebastian nodded. “You throw a few resonating bridges into a tangle of limbs and angry hearts…Guardians and Guides, Michael. Lee could be anywhere now.”

“He could be anywhere,” Michael agreed. “And he probably didn’t go with those other men willingly.”

Sebastian sighed. “We need to get back and tell the others.”

“You go on,” Michael said. “I’ll meet you at the horses.”

Sebastian, Dalton, and Addison walked away from the tents. As they approached the broken planks, the stinkweed and turd plants sank into the ground, leaving bare earth.

A few minutes later, Michael joined them.

“We saw what we were supposed to see,” Michael said. “Didn’t seem right to leave those nasty plants in Nadia’s landscape—or to leave a body aboveground, no matter what part he had played in Lee’s disappearance.”

No, it didn’t seem right, Sebastian thought as they mounted and rode back to the cairn and the border that would bring them closer to home. None of it seemed right. But even if Lee had been taken by a wizard or was just lost in the landscapes somewhere, he had an idea how they might find him. And judging by Michael’s thoughtful expression as they rode back to Aurora, the Magician had the same idea.