Bridge of Dreams

Chapter 31

Danyal, Lee, and Yoshani meandered around another part of The Temples.

“A walking meditation,” Danyal grumbled. “Why are we doing a walking meditation?”

“So that you can look and think and, finally, see,” Yoshani replied, sounding less patient than he had when they’d started this a couple of hours ago.

“I’ll point out that whatever I’m looking at is still blurry enough that I’m not actually seeing much of anything,” Lee complained.

“And we’ve been walking too long. My hip isn’t able to do this much,” Danyal said.

“Then start using your head so you can spare your feet,” Yoshani replied sharply. “And you.” He pointed at Lee. “If you can’t see anything, it’s because you’re being willfully blind.”

Lee stopped walking. So did Danyal. Yoshani continued on a few steps before turning back to join them.

“That was harsh,” Danyal said.

“What you hear as harsh, I hear as an end of patience,” Yoshani replied. “The Guide you both asked to stand as your mentor gave you the task of considering what you would need to do your work in the world. I’d had the impression that you both made some decisions already about what you would need, and that this would simply help you determine the physical shape. Instead of following your assignment, you have muttered and complained like cranky children until Glorianna had no desire to listen to either of you. Which is why you are out here walking, and why I, who have no stake in this, offered to accompany you.”

A man his own age had just told him he sounded like a whiny six-year-old. Danyal didn’t like it—especially because he suspected it was true.

“I’m frustrated,” he admitted. “I want to comply with Glorianna’s request, but I don’t understand what she wants from me. From either of us.” He tipped his head to include Lee.

“Yeah.” Lee scrubbed his fingers over his hair. “I heard what she said, but I can’t get the words to form a pattern I understand. And I’ve always understood Glorianna, even when my brain didn’t.”

“A first step,” Yoshani said. “What do you need in order to do your work? Danyal, admittedly, has a better sense of the buildings, but you both lived at the Asylum for a while. We’ve walked around the compound that makes up the residential part of The Temples. We’ve walked around this main avenue that is the public part. You’ve both lived other places and seen other buildings. What do you want?”

“Not an Asylum,” Danyal said, sure of that much. “Not a place for those who will never be whole and need a kind of care I’m not suited to give them. Not anymore.” He had admitted to himself that he’d become too dangerous to work with heart-cores that might pull him too far into the Dark. “But I would like to work in a place that could help the ones who are weighed down by the world because they lost their way.”

“A building or buildings that could provide housing for two or three dozen people at a time,” Lee said. “Fifty people at the most. And a separate building for the staff—suites of rooms or apartments that would give them a home rather than just a room. And private residences for Danyal and me. With a screened porch. I did like sitting out on that screened porch.”

“The little temple,” Danyal continued. “And a building that could provide space for work and study.”

“You would also need a reference library. Would you not?” Yoshani asked quietly. “And someone to do research for you and provide the information you need to shape pieces of the world in the playground?”

“Yes,” Danyal said. He closed his eyes for a moment to picture it better. A swimming hole would be lovely. Maybe not on the grounds itself, since that might be too dangerous for the more emotionally fragile…students. Not inmates. No, these would be students who came to the school to prepare for the next part of their journey.

“The Apothecary could share a building with Meddik Benham. Then a person wouldn’t have to walk far for a tonic after getting some stitches,” Lee said.

“No more than an hour’s ride from the bazaar and The Temples,” Danyal said, looking in the direction of the archway between The Temples and the bazaar. “That would make the school about a day’s journey from any part of Vision.”

“And not as hot as the southern part of the city,” Lee added.

“Definitely not as hot,” Danyal agreed.

“Grounds that would include flower gardens and a kitchen garden that everyone would help plant, tend, and harvest. And we’d need enough room for that two-acre playground,” Lee said.

Danyal didn’t want to think about what they would find at the playground when they returned. He didn’t know if the world was ignoring the rest of itself or if it was responding placidly to people’s hearts and feelings everywhere else, saving its energy for the place where it could make things without restraint. It was treating the little temple like a toy, moving it around to different parts of the playground and creating a variety of trees and vegetation around it, like a child putting different outfits on a doll. Apparently, Glorianna had set some limits, because Ephemera wasn’t allowed to bring into the playground anything from a dark landscape unless she was with it to help shape the making.

Ephemera’s playground. His training ground.

“So,” Yoshani said. “For men who thought you knew little, you actually know a great deal about the physical shape of your heart wishes. Lee, why don’t you call your little island, and we’ll see if there is a place in Vision that comes close to what you and Danyal desire.”

The place was run-down and in need of all kinds of repair, but it had residential buildings that would work for the students, and others that could be fixed up for the staff. There were even two large cottages connected by what must have once been a screened patio. Another building could serve as infirmary and the Apothecary’s shop, and the second floor had separate living quarters that shared a kitchen. There was a barn large enough to house a handful of horses and a couple of dairy cows—if anyone wanted dairy cows. One of the stalls held an assortment of discarded tools and equipment. They found an old bicycle and a pump for the tires. Between them they got the tires pumped up and the bicycle wiped clean enough to ride. Then Yoshani headed down the lane to find out where they were.

Danyal walked out of the barn and looked around again.

“It could work, couldn’t it?” he asked Lee.

“It could work,” Lee agreed. He adjusted the brim of his hat to shade his eyes a little more. “With your connection to the world and my abilities as a Bridge, we could help people find what their hearts need to see.”

Danyal hesitated. “Before I was given the assignment of Asylum Keeper, I had been promised a year’s leave to rest and travel and decide if Vision was still my piece in the world.”

“And now?”

He sighed. “I saw glimpses of life beyond my city. I would like to see more. But this work is more important.”

“No reason why you can’t do the work and also do some traveling,” Lee said, smiling. “Spending an evening in the Den can be as simple as crossing over a bridge. And anyone who works here would benefit from having a few days in Sanctuary each season.”

Danyal studied the other man. Madman and teacher. Now the companion and partner he had also hoped to find?

They resumed exploration of the buildings until Yoshani returned with the news that they were less than a mile from a small community that was an hour’s ride from the heart of Vision.

After Yoshani returned the bicycle to the shed and joined them, Danyal looked at Lee. “Well. Shall we return to the Shamans’ compound and discuss this with our Guide?”

“Yes, I think we should,” Lee replied. “And if Jeb is able to come to Vision, I’d like him to take a look at these buildings. He can tell us what will have to be done and how to get started.”

They stepped onto the island and returned to the Shamans’ compound. The rest of the afternoon was spent talking—describing the place they had found to the Shaman Council. Jasper would have opposed creating such a place, but the man was noticeably absent. Glorianna, Sebastian, and Michael asked a lot of questions for which he had no answers, but Danyal heard no opposition to the idea itself. And Lee joined in, countering their questions with questions of his own, making it clear that as a group they were used to hashing out physical boundaries that could turn fluid with a wish. By the time they were done, they had a crude map of the buildings and some thoughts about the land that would be part of the property.

We’re going to do this, Danyal thought. We’re going to do this, and whether we succeed or fail, the city will change because of it.

When they separated to wash up for the evening meal, Glorianna signaled for him to linger.

“Funny thing about landscapes,” she said when they were the only ones left. “Sometimes you cross a bridge and end up in a place unlike anything you’d seen before. New life. Fresh start. Can’t mistake the signs. But sometimes you cross a bridge and the world around you looks exactly the same. Except it isn’t. Same place, but a different landscape. New life. Fresh start. But it’s easy to miss the signs, easy to think you’re still where you were.”

“Did I miss the signs?” he asked.

She smiled. “No. You didn’t miss the signs.” She pressed her hand against his chest, over his heart. “But when you destroyed the wizards and Dark Guide the way you did, you altered your landscapes more than you intended, Danyal. So every day for the rest of your life, you will have to choose whether you heed the lure of the Dark or stand in the Light. Every single day.”

“Every single day,” he repeated.

As she lifted her hand and walked away, it occurred to him that the woman who was Guide to the World might not leave her brother’s future to chance. “Did you and Ephemera already find that place before Lee and I started looking?”

Her laughter floating back to him was her only answer.