Bridge of Dreams

Chapter 29

The first time Lee tried to guide the island to Vision by following Kobrah’s memory-feeling of the person called The Voice, they ended up in the bogs that belonged to the Merry Makers—one of Glorianna Belladonna’s dark landscapes. The second try landed them in Foggy Downs, one of Michael’s dark landscapes. The third try…

“Guardians and Guides, Lee!” Sebastian shouted from his post at the start of the island’s path. “Get us out of here! Now!”

Aurora, Lee thought. Take me and my companions back to Aurora.

“The Lady of Light was watching out for us,” Michael said, looking pale and shaken as he and Sebastian joined the others.

Lee looked at the two men. “What…?”

“Bonelovers,” Sebastian replied grimly.

“Where are we now?” the Knife asked.

“Back where we started.” Lee shook his head. “This isn’t working. Too many conflicting feelings and dark resonances. Oh, don’t look at the shadowmen as if they’re at fault,” he snapped when Morragen turned her head to glare at the Knife and the Apothecary. “They’re clear on where they want to go and why. You two”—he wagged a finger in the space between Morragen and Zhahar—“or you six, or however damn way you count yourselves, are the problem. We’re back in Aurora. I’ll get your packs. You can stay with my mother until we return.”

“No!” Zhahar shot to her feet. “We want to help.”

Morragen rose as well. “There are things that must be done. Our daughters will remain in our custody.”

“She’s not a child,” Lee snapped. “Zhahar, come with me. We need to speak. Privately.”

She rushed to stand beside him.

“We—” Morragen began.

“—don’t want to find out what wizards’ lightning might do to a Tryad,” Sebastian finished as he rubbed his thumb against the first two fingers of his right hand.

Morragen stared at Sebastian. “You’re threatening me?”

Sebastian gave her a savage smile. “Just helping you remember to be a good neighbor.”

Wrapping a hand around Zhahar’s arm, Lee hustled her to the shed.

“Lee,” she said when he released her and opened the shed door.

He turned back to face her. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and your mothers, but it’s apparent to everyone that something happened in the short time they were back in Tryadnea.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Since none of you are inclined to tell anyone anything, that’s a given. What I do understand is that the turmoil and anger between your Tryad and hers landed us in the bonelovers’ landscape. That landscape is locked away in the place Belladonna made for the Eater of the World. Do you have any concept of how much anger and dark feelings had to be resonating from the people on this island to land us there? And those feelings aren’t coming from me or Michael or Sebastian or Kobrah or the shadowmen. Just you and your sisters and your mothers. So you’re getting off the island and waiting for us in Aurora.”

“Please let me go with you,” Zhahar begged.

Fear. Oh, the anger was there too, and that was probably leaking out from Zeela, but there was so much fear, he barely recognized Zhahar’s resonance.

“What will happen if you’re not surrounded by other people who aren’t Tryad?” he asked. “If you’re not surrounded by witnesses?”

“The a Zephyra Tryad is our leader,” Zhahar said, sounding broken. “She must uphold our laws.”

“That’s been settled. I’m stepping back. No one is going to be forfeited because of me.”

“What you decide doesn’t matter now. We wished Tryadnea would end up adrift again. We didn’t believe we could really make it happen, but we wished it for selfish reasons, and it almost did happen.”

“Hate to whittle down your feelings of self-importance, but you couldn’t have broken that border on your own. Didn’t break it on your own,” Lee said, hoping his words would sting enough that she would hurl the truth at him.

“But Zeela…”

“Was being influenced, almost poisoned by someone else’s thoughts, into believing you needed to have that border broken in order to choose a life beyond your homeland.”

“But…”

“No, Zhahar. From what Glorianna said, your desire to get away from the restrictions in your homeland was strong enough that you no longer resonate with Tryadnea and aren’t going to be able to cross that border. But that’s you. That has nothing to do with the rest of the Tryad. So why don’t you tell me what’s really going on. Let me help you if I can.”

He heard the humming of their three voices, could almost hear Zeela’s anger and Sholeh’s panic.

Daylight! What was going on between them and their mothers?

Zhahar wouldn’t look at him. “Someone else came across the border last night. We thought we saw her, but we weren’t sure, and there was so much to see in the Den, we didn’t tell Morragen or Medusah right away. The one…The person went back to Tryadnea, told the people at the camp that there were abominations on the other side of the border, that we had locked Tryadnea to this place in order to have one of those men as a lover, were already indulging in carnal obscenities, and all three of us had pledged our hearts to a one-faced man. After stirring up the camp at the border, she rode to the village because some of our more influential citizens were waiting there for the a Zephyra Tryad to return with news. By the time our mothers arrived, the judges who pass sentence on Tryad behavior were all furious and accused us of betraying our people.”

Lee rocked back on his heels. “That person lied to them, and may have influenced them the same way Zeela was influenced.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Zhahar cried, cringing at the volume of her own voice. “Allone claimed we did the same thing she had once done—and if our mothers refuse to punish us in the same way, it is proof that the a Zephyra Tryad is not strong enough to be the leader of Tryadnea, that they will ignore our taboos when their daughters commit the crimes. So in order to hold the Tryad people together, we will be punished.”

Something deep and terrible here. “What’s the punishment?”

“We will be merged,” she whispered. “We will be merged so we have only one face.”

A chill went through him. “Two of you will be required to die because someone falsely accused you of breaking a taboo? Zhahar, that’s insane.”

“Perhaps. But Allone has been vigilant about pointing out anyone who breaks taboos—especially those whose actions are punishable by merging.”

That sounded too much like the influence the wizards had used on the Landscapers who ran the school in order to cull out the students whose abilities might have been a threat to them. Like Glorianna.

“So, basically, in order to satisfy the ravings of this woman and the outrage she can produce in other Tryads, your mothers will have to kill Sholeh and Zeela, and you’ll be left alone to carry the guilt of their deaths?”

She nodded.

He leaned against the shed, feeling sick. A different people with different laws and customs, but it seemed to him that their laws were terrible and harsh—which might explain why Ephemera had linked Tryadnea with another dark landscape.

Zhahar and her sisters hadn’t broken their people’s laws or taboos or any other damn thing. Falsely accused since Zhahar hadn’t acted on what her heart may have wanted, but that didn’t seem to matter. And there wasn’t anything a one-faced man could do about it.

Or was there?

“You intended to run, didn’t you?” he asked. “That’s why you wanted to get back to Vision. The Tryad weren’t anchored there anymore, so you intended to slip away from the rest of us and disappear into the city.”

“Yes.”

He entered the shed, found Zhahar’s and Morragen’s packs, then stepped out and handed Zhahar her pack while he shouldered the other. “You’re not running, and you’re not going to lose your sisters.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“That is true,” he agreed. “But I know someone who can do a great deal. You’re going to ask for a justice that overrules every other kind of law. At least in this part of Ephemera.”

They walked slowly, giving him a couple of minutes to coach her.

“I don’t know,” Zhahar said.

“Then you’d better decide, because once this is begun, there is no turning back.” When they were just about to join the others, he said, “Which is it? Yes or no?”

She hesitated. Then all three voices said, “Yes.”

“Magician?” Lee said. “Justice Maker? Sholeh Zeela a Zhahar has something she wants to say.”

He felt the change in Michael and Sebastian when he used their titles. They turned toward Zhahar, and power flowed from them into the currents of the world that touched the island.

“We’ll listen,” Michael said.

“I have been accused of giving my heart to a man of single aspect,” she said quietly, staring at Sebastian’s shoulder. “That is taboo among the Tryad people. But I did not act on my feelings, so I believe that merging my sisters into me, which is the traditional punishment, is too harsh. Therefore, I ask that Glorianna Belladonna perform Heart’s Justice to decide my fate and the fate of Zeela and Sholeh.”

Silence.

Then Morragen and Medusah snapped, “That is not acceptable. The Tryad will never accept.”

“It’s done,” Sebastian snapped back. “And as long as Glorianna Belladonna holds Tryadnea in her keeping, the Tryad better accept it. I can’t break the border, but as the Den’s anchor, I can damn well make sure none of you find my piece of Ephemera ever again.”

Lee watched Morragen—and saw Zephyra’s face for just a moment. For just long enough to know that Morragen and Medusah would argue for form’s sake, but at least one of the mothers was relieved that there might be another solution.

“Wild child,” Michael said softly as he stared at Zhahar. “Keep these hearts safe until the Guide returns. No magic will touch these hearts. No power will harm these hearts. Sholeh Zeela a Zhahar’s fate is in Glorianna’s hands now. Do you understand?”

yes yes yes

Lee shouldn’t have felt Ephemera’s answer, but he did. He didn’t need Michael’s nod to know the a Zhahar Tryad would be safe while he and the others were gone.

“I’ll escort these ladies to Aunt Nadia’s house,” Sebastian said. “Then I’ll be back.”

Lee slipped the pack off his shoulder and offered it to Morragen. Then he turned his head toward Kobrah. “What about you? I need to find The Temples some other way, so you can stay here if you want.”

Kobrah glanced at Morragen and hunched her shoulders. “I’ll go with you.”

“Go on,” Lee told Zhahar. “Nothing will happen until Glorianna comes back from Vision.”

They stood around, saying nothing until Sebastian returned.

“Can’t say Auntie appreciates the houseguests you dumped on her,” Sebastian said as Lee helped him onto the island, “but she’ll make sure things remain civil.”

“Civil is good enough,” he replied.

“You have another idea how to get to Vision?” Michael asked.

Lee nodded. “One I should have thought of in the first place. You. Glorianna made this island, and you can find her through the heart music. Instead of trying to reach Vision, let’s find Glorianna.”

“I thought we couldn’t reach the part of Vision where she’d gone,” the Apothecary said.

“We couldn’t have gone with her using the way she crossed over, but the island should be able to impose itself over that place,” Lee said. “Even if it’s not prudent to leave the island, we should be able to spot enough landmarks to shift position to a part of the city that’s nearby.”

“Glorianna I can find,” Michael said. He pulled his tin whistle out of an inner coat pocket and began to play.

“What should we do?” the Knife asked quietly.

“Nothing,” Lee replied as he felt the island begin to resonate with the music. Follow the music. Lead us to Glorianna Belladonna.

The island lifted, as if riding a gentle swell. Then the sensation faded.

“We’re here,” he said as he headed for the start of the path. But when he reached the two trees he used as his entrance, he hesitated, not trusting his diminished eyesight to show him the truth of their location. “Michael?”

“Sand,” Michael said grimly. “Not rust colored, but there’s nothing but sand.”

“And a tall hedge creating a wall around the sand,” Sebastian said, holding on to a tree and leaning out. “Any idea where we are?”

“None at all,” Lee said.

Danyal stepped up to the break in the stone wall and stared at the sand surrounded by a tall hedge.

“Well,” Glorianna said cheerfully, “you are now the caretaker of a couple acres of playground.”

“Playground?”

yes yes yes

“I do not understand,” Farzeen said as he stepped up beside them.

“Some strong heart wishes went out into the world,” she replied. “And this was the world’s answer.”

“Sand?” Danyal tried not to sound skeptical, but…sand?

“If this was the entrance of a place for the heart, what would you want the people entering to see first?” she asked.

So many possible answers, but the first thing he pictured felt right and true. “There was a plant at the Asylum. It just appeared one day. Lee called it heart’s hope. People made a point of walking along that path every day because seeing the plant made them feel better. If I could, I would have one of those plants on the right-hand side of the entrance to lift the spirits of everyone who entered this place.”

Sand squirmed. It wiggled. Farzeen gasped. Danyal stared.

“Not that close,” Glorianna said. She stepped onto the sand and pointed. “Over here so it won’t be harmed when the hearts put a proper doorway in the wall.”

The sand quieted, then began squirming in the spot she’d pointed to.

Moments later, a small plant pushed out of the sand—a delicate thing with one tiny bud.

Glorianna looked at Danyal and smiled. “Heart’s hope.”

He swallowed hard. “It needs good soil. Rich soil.”

The sand around the heart’s hope changed to soil.

Glorianna tipped her head. “Strength makes stone. Let’s make some of the stone that comes from the part of the world that made Voice-guide.”

Stones formed around the heart’s hope, piling up as the soil around and beneath the plant rose until the plant was growing on a raised bed. More stones, bigger stones, rose out of the sand behind the bed, reminding him of the mountains that backed the northern community where he grew up. The crevices that formed between the stones filled with soil.

“Would any of the flowers that grow around your home village thrive in this part of the city?” she asked him.

Before Danyal could admit he didn’t know, young plants pushed out of the soil in the crevices.

“Oh, those are lovely,” Glorianna said. “Voice-guide, you will learn their names.”

“Of course.” Danyal glanced at Farzeen. The old man’s face held wonder and a touch of fear. To see someone change the world so radically would make anyone wary. To understand that the power also had a dark side that could just as easily destroy…

Glorianna Belladonna was the earthquake that had come to shake the Shamans’ understanding of their world.

“Glorianna, what is this place?” he asked.

“A very large playground,” she replied. “Apparently, you felt you needed one this big.”

“I? But I…” He caught the warning look in her eyes and gestured toward the heart’s hope. “This is lovely.”

more more more

“Not today,” Glorianna said firmly.

Danyal felt the currents of the world circling around them. Sentient in its way. Like a child in its way, craving guidance, craving someone who could help it shape its ever-changing self. He thought of his grandniece and the fun of being a doting uncle—and gave in to the desire to create a little mischief.

“Maybe one more little thing?” he said, smiling at Glorianna in the same way he intended to smile at Nalah someday.

Glorianna tried hard to give him an intimidating stare, but her lips kept twitching with the effort not to return the smile. “A little thing.”

“A path of grass.” He spread his arms to indicate the width.

He felt the sand change beneath his feet, then saw a ribbon of green race across the sand at a speed that took his breath away. When it reached the halfway point, the grass stopped. Little clumps of violets popped up—and a gold pocket watch wiggled out of the ground to lie on top of the grass at his feet.

Glorianna stared at the watch, then at the point where the grass ended. “Michael?” She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Michael!”

Michael suddenly appeared on the sand, turned toward her voice, and waved. “Glorianna!”

“Michael!” She ran down that ribbon of grass as Michael hurried to meet her.

Danyal took a couple of steps to follow her, then stopped and looked at Farzeen.

The old man smiled, but there was still a touch of fear in those eyes. “You have brought us a way of seeing that will change our piece of the world, Danyal.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Farzeen shook his head. “You did what we asked of you, but I don’t think any of us understood what that was going to mean to Vision or its people.” He smiled again and added gently, “Go, Danyal. She is your mentor now.”

As Danyal headed for Glorianna and Michael, Lee and Sebastian appeared on the sand out of thin air. Moments later, Kobrah and the two shadowmen appeared.

A single heart could change a landscape. What would his city look like when all the changes were done?

Lee stepped away from the others and raised a hand in greeting. “Hey-a, Danyal.”

“Lee. You found a way back. One of your bridges?”

“The island. It’s mine again. And I didn’t find Vision so much as I found Glorianna.”

“Ah.”

He looked around. “What is all the sand for?”

“It’s a playground.”

“Big playground.”

“So I was told.”

Something in Danyal’s tone—part challenge, part bewilderment—made Lee think about the word. “Playground? As in a playground for Ephemera?”

play with Voice-guide and Lee-heart

He heard that. He thought hearing Ephemera on the island was a fluke, but he heard that. And…Lee-heart? Guardians and Guides.

“Why did you ask for something so big?” Lee asked Danyal. “Why ask for it in the first place?” Although, after Vito’s reaction to that grotto vineyard, hadn’t he wondered about using something like the playground Glorianna had on her island to help hearts that didn’t know what home was supposed to look like?

He might not be able to see well enough to know the color of Danyal’s eyes, but Lee deciphered the expression in them just fine. And that look in those eyes could strip off skin.

“Some strong heart wishes went out into the currents of the world, and this was the world’s answer,” Danyal said.

He winced, since that answer sounded more like Glorianna than Danyal. “Ah. Hmm. Well, it couldn’t have been just me thinking along these lines.”

Danyal sighed. “No, it wasn’t just you. But now there are many decisions to be made and—”

A staggering variety of plants sprang up around them, some with flowers as big as dinner plates and others that spread out over the ground and were covered with delicate color.

The Apothecary ran up to them. He clamped his hands on either side of his head and practically danced in place as he stared at the plants.

“They weren’t here a minute ago,” he said. “You can make the plants? Just make them here?”

“No one is making anything else today,” Glorianna said firmly as she and Michael walked up to them.

!!!

“No,” she said.

The flowers sank into the sand. Lee thought the Apothecary was going to break down and cry. And he thought of the work a Landscaper put into her walled garden in order to keep her pieces of the world in balance. This part of the world was already sufficiently out of balance. The people living here didn’t need him adding to the potential chaos.

Apparently Danyal reached the same conclusion, because the Shaman said, “You are wise, Guide of the Heart. Lee and I are your apprentices now and will benefit from your experience and guidance while we learn to speak to the world.”

“When did I become an apprentice?” Lee asked out of the corner of his mouth.

“Five minutes ago,” Danyal replied just as quietly.

“Good to know.” He wasn’t sure he liked being considered an apprentice again, but it was a prudent decision. Maybe it was the loss of so many Landscapers in his part of the world that had made Ephemera more aggressive in manifesting thoughts and feelings. Or maybe need had awakened something dormant in people who already had some kind of link to the world. Either way, he was beginning to have an idea of just how careful Glorianna had always been when expressing idle thoughts and comments. “Is anyone else hungry? Shouldn’t it be time for the midday meal?”

“Closer to time for the evening meal,” Danyal said. “Shaman Farzeen, this is Lee. We met at the Asylum.”

He hadn’t noticed the old man moving toward them until Danyal spoke. He couldn’t read Farzeen’s expression, but he noticed the way Glorianna and Michael turned to study the Shaman.

“Danyal is correct,” Farzeen said. “We should return to the compound now, if the Guide has seen enough on this day.”

“I have,” Glorianna replied. “There isn’t enough room in the pony cart for all of us.”

“I can shift the island as long as someone can give me a clear idea of where I’m going,” Lee said.

“Island?” Farzeen asked.

Lee closed his eyes. It’s safe to be seen in this place.

Farzeen gasped. “You have the Shamans’ gift of deciding what can and cannot be seen?”

“Only for that island.”

“And that piece of the world moves? Like a boat on a river with you acting as tiller?”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I guess it is.” He didn’t need Danyal’s nudge to know what he should do. “Would you like to travel on the island to return to the compound?”

“I would very much.”

“Perhaps Michael would ride back with Glorianna and me,” Danyal said. “It would give him an opportunity to see some of The Temples.”

“We’ll meet you at the compound,” Lee said.

As they walked the short distance to the island, Farzeen linked his arm with Lee’s.

“Danyal mentioned you in his letters to me and told me some of what was done to you by our common enemy,” the old Shaman said as he studied Lee’s face. “Your eyes are healing?”

“They are.” In more ways than one.

“That is good.” Farzeen patted Lee’s arm. “That is good.”

Danyal wondered if he should tell Michael about the incident at the pavilion, but decided he would talk to Yoshani first, since the holy man knew the Magician far better than he did. So he kept his comments general as he explained the use of various buildings.

They drove into the Shamans’ compound. Instead of the usual peace and order, there was chaos as people dashed around.

“There’s Sebastian,” Glorianna said, sitting up straighter. “And Yoshani.”

“And Denys, one of the Handlers from the Asylum,” Danyal said. Recognizing the Handler, he began recognizing other people. Inmates. Helpers. “Stop here.” He tapped their driver on the shoulder. “Stop.”

Scrambling out of the pony cart, he hurried toward Denys and Yoshani, with Glorianna and Michael right behind them.

“Denys?” Danyal raised his voice to be heard over the shouting and weeping and querulous demands.

“Shaman Danyal!” Denys moved toward him, limping a little. “We made it, but I was just telling Yoshani that I didn’t know if Nik and Meddik Benham got out.”

“Got out?”

“The Asylum,” Yoshani said. “The wizards and the Dark Guide gathered men of dark hearts and attacked the Asylum.”

They worked to mend the injured and soothe the minds that couldn’t cope with the fear shaped by a savage attack. Kobrah settled into her role of Helper and assisted Denys. The Apothecary offered to brew up some tonics that would sedate distraught minds and hearts, and whatever plants he needed, Glorianna and Ephemera provided. But what Danyal noticed was how often the inmates watched the men and women who wore the white robes of a Shaman, how often they looked at him for guidance, for the assurance that they were safe now. And he noticed how often the ones he’d considered borderline tried to catch Lee’s attention.

Several hours later, Helpers and inmates were all fed and settled down for the night, each one clutching a white stone that Yoshani assured them would absorb their fears and sorrows while they slept.

Finally, the Shaman Council, Lee’s people, the Knife, the Apothecary, and he sat down to a late meal of chopped dates and nuts mixed into balls of brown rice.

“They arrived shortly before Lee, Farzeen, and the others stepped off the island,” Yoshani said, tipping his head to indicate Denys.

“Can you tell us what happened?” Farzeen asked.

“Not much to tell,” Denys said, breaking up the rice ball on his plate but not eating any of it. “The two men who had claimed to be Lee’s uncles showed up less than an hour after Lee and Zhahar took off with Kobrah and the Apothecary.”

Denys glanced at Lee, but Danyal shook his head to indicate now wasn’t the time to ask about Zhahar.

“We told them that Lee had run off with one of the Handlers,” Denys continued. “Said we weren’t sure when they’d slipped away from the Asylum, because things were in a bit of a twist with the Shaman missing and all. They were wicked mad to find out Lee wasn’t there to be plucked up and taken away, but they left. What else could they do?”

“They sent Clubs after us,” Lee said. “Maybe that’s why it took so long before they returned to the Asylum. No reason to until they received word that we’d gotten away.”

“Guess so,” Denys said. “Had some warning, though. Not much, but enough to save some inmates.” He knuckled away a tear. “We saved some.”

“What kind of warning?” Danyal asked softly.

“Stinkweed and turd plants.” Denys’s face scrunched up even as he smiled. “Stuff began sprouting everywhere. The stink was so bad you couldn’t get away from it. That’s when Nik realized he hadn’t smelled any of that stinkweed lately except when those two uncles showed up, so it had to be a warning. Meddik Benham had taken some inmates to the little temple, because ringing the wind chimes made them calmer, so Nik ran to warn Meddik while I gathered the people who had been working in the gardens.

“I was out with a dozen inmates, close to the gate that opens onto that weedy park, when I saw those two men heading for the main building with a couple dozen men carrying clubs or knives.

“Our guards came out to challenge them and…” Denys took a sip of water. “Those men raised their hands, and the guards were struck by lightning. Killed that fast. Just…that fast. Then inmates were pouring out of the residence and running in all directions. Helpers and Handlers were being clubbed again and again even after they fell. The gate was there and I had the keys, so I made a choice to save those I could.

“Couple of the Clubs saw me as I was pushing the last inmate through the gate. Wasn’t time to lock it behind me, so I ran.” Denys shook his head slowly, as if he wasn’t sure what he’d seen and even less sure he’d be believed. “Wasn’t time to lock the gate, but when I looked back, the opening was filled with thorny vines that no one could cut through easily.

“Kept everyone together and moving as best I could, taking alleyways and the more winding streets. Got far enough from the Asylum to risk going back to the main road. Had some luck there, since I spotted some city guards close to the stop for the omnibus. I told them the Asylum was under attack and that I was heading for The Temples to inform the Shamans. One of the guards wrote a travel pass for me and the inmates, allowing us to use any conveyance at the city’s expense.

“Took the better part of two days to get here,” Denys finished with a sigh. “Don’t expect there will be much left of the Asylum.”

Or the people? Danyal wondered.

“No one feels easy about the Asylums,” the Knife said, “but the city guards wouldn’t back off and leave the people there under attack. And my guild keeps places on shadow streets all over the parts of the city that we can see. As soon as word reached them that the Asylum was under attack, they would have joined forces with the city guards. For this, they would.”

“Until the darkness filling the Asylum changed it so that the men coming to help could no longer see the place,” Danyal said.

“And those already inside that darkness would be facing wizards’ lightning as well as familiar weapons,” Sebastian said.

Michael looked at Glorianna. “If these wizards changed the feel of the place so much that no one can get in, can those ripe-bastard wizards get out without the help of someone like a Bridge or Landscaper?”

“I don’t know,” she replied.

Danyal heard the words and wondered if anyone else had heard the lie.