“That’s a resonating bridge,” Sebastian said, pointing to the space between the stones. “Keep your mind focused on why you want to reach Sanctuary, and you should get there.”
Michael stopped adjusting the straps of the travel pack Sebastian had loaned him. “Should?”
“A resonating bridge can take you to any landscape that resonates with your heart.”
“I suppose that’s a comfort,” Michael said, eyeing the stones.
“Is it? Do you know every facet of your heart, Magician?”
Michael shivered, suddenly comprehending the magnitude of what he was about to do and how many things could go wrong.
The Heart of the Bog stepped closer. “You are worthy of what you seek, Magician. Remember that.” It tapped Michael’s chest above his heart. “In here.”
The memory steadied him, even though he wasn’t sure why it should. “All right. I’m ready.”
“On you go, then.”
Michael waited a beat. “You’re not coming?”
Sebastian shook his head. “You have to find Sanctuary on your own. When you cross over, you’ll see a large building nearby. That’s a guesthouse. Someone there will be able to help you take the next step.”
Michael held out his hand. “Thank you for all you’ve done. And for the loan of the pack. I’ll get it back to you.” Somehow.
“It’s a kindness,” Sebastian replied as he shook Michael’s hand. Then he stepped back. “Travel lightly.”
“How do you know the Traveler’s Blessing?” Michael asked, startled.
“It’s called Heart’s Blessing in this part of the world,” Sebastian replied. Then he smiled. “There’s hope for you yet, Magician.”
Hope. Heart’s hope lies within Belladonna. I need to find Belladonna.
Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, Michael walked between the stones.
Sebastian stared at the empty space between the stones. “Guardians of the Light and Guides of the Heart, if he is who I think he is, keep him safe on this journey.”
Turning away from the stones, he walked back to the demon cycles. “I’m going to visit my auntie, so you two should go back to the Den.”
He could almost feel the friction caused by bits of demon cycle brain rubbing together to spark a thought.
“Cottage?” one of them finally said.
“Lynnea’s still at the cottage.”
They left him without a second thought, zooming through the woods at reckless speed in order to get to the cottage.
Sebastian set off at a leisurely pace, enjoying the quiet of a crisp autumn morning as he followed the almost-hidden path that would take him back to his aunt Nadia’s house.
He just hoped Lynnea wouldn’t be annoyed at him for the unexpected company. And he hoped Dalton, who had been a guard captain in Wizard City and was now working as a law enforcer in Aurora, wouldn’t have a reason to cross over to the Den and inquire about the whereabouts of missing livestock, since they both knew that if the demon cycles were responsible, missing livestock translated to thoroughly eaten livestock—although the farmer did find a hoof and the end bit of a tail the last time Dalton had felt the need to come calling. And the three demon cycles that had given him, Lynnea, and Teaser a ride to Nadia’s house on that particular occasion had rattled for days, sounding too much like bones and hooves being shaken in a metal barrel.
Not that he’d mentioned that detail to Dalton. When a man was the Den’s Justice Maker, as well as being an incubus and wizard, he had a more flexible definition of law enforcement than the men who performed similar duties in the daylight landscapes.
Reaching Nadia’s house, he gave the back door a perfunctory knock before he opened the door and stuck his head in the kitchen. “Anyone flying around in here?”
No one flying, but the stranger standing near the kitchen table spun around and dropped the cup and saucer she’d been holding.
“Who are you?” the young woman said in a shrill voice. She darted around the table to put it between them. “What do you want here?”
Sebastian was in the kitchen with his right hand halfway raised to call the wizards’ lightning when Nadia rushed into the room.
“Caitlin, darling, what’s the—Oh.” Nadia stopped, then brushed her hair back with one hand. “Sebastian. I didn’t hear you come in. Caitlin, it’s all right. Sebastian is my nephew.”
Caitlin.
Sebastian lowered his hand and took in the young woman’s details. A little younger than Lynnea, but the same height and general size. Same color hair but straight instead of wavy—and very short. No one would mistake one face for the other, but seen from the back, he could understand Michael’s error.
Oh, Guardians and Guides.
He walked out of the kitchen and ended up in front of a flower bed that still had some late-blooming plants. He just stared at them, even when Nadia caught up to him.
“Sebastian.” She sounded harried and a little breathless, and he wondered what sort of emotional mess he’d left behind in the kitchen. “What is going on?”
“That’s Caitlin Marie, isn’t it?” he said, keeping his eyes fixed on the plants rather than looking at his aunt. “Her hair is so short because she cut it off. That was the tail of long hair we found a few days ago.”
“Yes. Lee found her in the bonelovers’ landscape. She had altered the landscape enough to create a protective circle that kept the bonelovers from reaching her, but that’s all she knew how to do. And even that was instinctive rather than a true understanding of what she was doing. She held on and held up until Lee brought her here. Once she truly believed she was safe, she…fell apart. Just as well that she did it here where my will dominates, so she’s not manifesting.”
“I didn’t talk to Jeb directly when he came to deliver Lee’s message,” Sebastian said. “He met up with Teaser near the edge of the Den and said Lee had gotten back safe and sound. I don’t think Jeb mentioned the girl, Caitlin.”
Nadia drew in a deep breath, then blew it out in a huff as she frowned at Sebastian. “Then how did you know who she was?”
“I just saw her brother Michael off on the next stage of his journey. He’s heading for Sanctuary, so he crossed over the resonating bridge near here. He’s searching for his sister—and Belladonna.” He finally looked at his aunt. “I almost brought him here. I figured you would be up by now, so I almost brought him to the house so you could see him, talk to him. If I had, he would have found his sister, and maybe he would have chosen not to go on to Sanctuary.”
“He wouldn’t have needed to. Lee intends to drop in on Glorianna to tell her about Caitlin and ask her to come here to meet the girl as soon as she can.” Nadia paused. “Why didn’t you go up with him? If a stranger shows up asking to see Belladonna, no one at Sanctuary will tell him anything or ask her to leave her island. He’ll have made the journey for nothing.”
“He’ll be able to see her,” Sebastian said, turning back to stare at the flowers since that was easier than facing his aunt. “If he’s worthy.”
She gasped. “Oh, Sebastian. You sent him there to be tested by the river?” When he nodded, she put a hand on his arm, a silent command to look at her. “Why?”
“I painted him, Aunt Nadia,” Sebastian said, obeying the command. “With her.”
Nadia remained silent and frozen for a moment. Then she blinked with slow deliberation. “Moonlight Lover.” She pondered for a moment. “You saw him in a dream?”
“A waking dream, yes, and never clearly enough for the details, which is why his face is in shadow. But I recognized the feel of him. Gave me quite a start when he came to the Den—especially after I learned he’d ended up here after fighting the Eater of the World.”
Nadia’s hand clenched on his arm before she regained control and released him. “Well. I’ll still have Lee take a message to the island, but we’ll wait until midday.”
“Aunt Nadia.” He’d made the decision, and he would stand by it. “I liked hi
m well enough, but I’m not sure I trust him. I—” He felt his face heat a little. “Sometimes I become aware of…things…without actively trying to link with someone through dreams. Romantic daydreams, I guess you could call them, that slip in under my guard.”
She blushed as she realized the implications of what he was saying. “Do you still…? You’re married, Sebastian.”
“I know that.” He closed his eyes, trying to recapture the feeling that had washed through him, giving him the inspiration for the painting. “She’s lonely, Aunt Nadia, and the romantic side of Glorianna’s heart…”
“I know,” Nadia said softly.
“After I met him, I started wondering if the inspiration for painting him as the fantasy lover had come from a yearning flowing in the currents of Light…or if it had come from something in the Dark.”
Nadia’s breath caught.
“There are things he didn’t say last night, reasons he’s looking for Glorianna that he didn’t share. So I’m not sure I trust him. But a person can’t lie to the river. If it lets him reach the Island in the Mist, we’ll know he’s worthy of what he seeks.”
Nadia pressed her fingers against her eyes. Then she lowered her hands and sighed. “Should we tell Caitlin her brother was close by?”
He considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “There’s no reason to tell her anything about Michael until we know if he survived.”
“I’m sorry,” Caitlin said as Lee gently pushed her hands aside and began picking up the broken pieces of cup and saucer. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s just a bit of crockery, Caitlin Marie,” he said.
“But it’s your mother’s bit of crockery.”
He gave her a look that was friendly and exasperated. Not like a brother. Not quite. But not like the boys in Raven’s Hill had looked at her either. He liked her, but he didn’t want her, didn’t expect anything from her. He was a friend. Just a friend.
The relief of that made her eyes fill with tears.
“Ah, don’t go getting weepy over a broken dish,” Lee said. “Especially when you did us a favor by breaking it.”
Caitlin sniffled and blinked back tears.
“Do you think these are pretty?” Lee asked, holding up half the cup.
“No.”
“Neither do we. And we’re pretty sure Mother doesn’t like them either, but she’s developed a stubborn streak about using them as the everyday dishes. And since we’re not company, we get stuck with them. We’ve been fairly subtle about it, but we’ve accidentally broken almost enough of these things for her to pack up what’s left and start using the set of dishes we bought her as a wedding present when she and Jeb got married.” He paused. “She was getting suspicious about the sudden clumsiness when someone besides herself washed the dishes, so you did us a favor since she can’t accuse you of doing it on purpose.”
“Still, they’re your mother’s dishes.”
“We could pack them up and send them home with you.”
“I don’t want them.” The words came out so fast and so emphatic that she startled them both. And it wasn’t practical. There was no telling if anything had been saved from the fire. She should welcome being given a few dishes to help her and Aunt Brighid set up housekeeping again.
But she didn’t want these dishes. Really, really didn’t want them.
Lee grinned, as if he knew what she was thinking—and was maybe planning on how to give them to her at a time when she wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Caitlin sniffed again. “Do you think breaking a dinner dish or two would be enough to get the rest sent up to the attic?”
“That might just be enough,” Lee agreed. He dumped the pieces into the trash container, then fetched the broom and dustpan to clean up the rest.
They were sitting at the table, sharing a plate of sweet rolls and a pot of koffee, when Nadia walked back into the kitchen.
Something happened out there, Caitlin thought, watching the older woman for a moment before glancing at Lee. Yes, he saw it, too, but he was understanding more.
“We pulled the sweet rolls out of the oven,” Lee said. “They browned up a bit too much, but they’re still good. Isn’t Sebastian coming in?”
Nadia fetched a cup and poured koffee for herself. “He had to get back to the Den.”
Lee took a sip of koffee and watched his mother. “I’ll go to the island right after breakfast.”
“I’m making soup for our midday meal,” Nadia said. “Wait until later so you can take some to your sister.”
Later. Ever since she’d arrived here yesterday, Nadia had been promising that they would send a message to Glorianna first thing in the morning because Glorianna would be able to explain things in a way Nadia could not. Now that promise was being bent, the message was being delayed. Why?
Because something happened out there. Caitlin looked out the window at the garden.
She had been so young when her mother died; she didn’t remember the death itself, but she remembered the feel of the people around her—the hushed voices, the things that were said with nothing more than a look or within a silence.
That same feeling filled the kitchen now. Nadia and Lee knew something, but they weren’t going to tell her. Not yet.
And they wouldn’t tell her as long as she acted like a weepy child instead of a grown woman strong enough to face the world.
“Would you like some help making the soup?” Caitlin asked.
Nadia studied her for a moment, then smiled. “Yes, I would.”
Chapter Sixteen
Sanctuary. The song of it flowed through him, sweet and gentle, but with just enough spice to give the heart delight as well as peace. He wanted to walk the grounds and the gardens, wanted to sit on one of those little islands he’d spotted and twiddle on his whistle, letting the notes become part of whatever message was passed along by the water.
You’re almost home.
The thought seemed to float on the air, seemed to slip into his body with every breath. You’re almost home.
He wasn’t anywhere near the land of his birth. Which made him wonder what sort of answers he might get from the man now escorting him to the next stage of his journey.
He still wasn’t sure Sebastian and Teaser weren’t playing games with him. Oh, he couldn’t deny that this part of the world was much stranger than anything he might have imagined, but how could people live as a people if they didn’t know where they lived?
“Yoshani,” he said hesitantly. “I was wondering if you know what a country is?”
“I know what a country is,” Yoshani replied with a smile. “And I understand what a landscape is. There can be many landscapes in a single country—and there can be many countries in a single landscape.”
Michael frowned. “That makes no sense.”
“Which part? Both are true, depending on how one sees the world.”
“They can’t both be true. The world—”
“—is fluid. Ever-changing. A reflection of ourselves.”
That thought wasn’t comfortable—or comforting. Not after the things he’d seen lately.
“Which is why I am grateful daily that I can walk here,” Yoshani added quietly. “That this place reflects a piece of my heart.”
And mine? Michael wondered, almost staggered by the power of wanting that to be true.
Yoshani raised a hand and pointed. “There is the path. It is not much farther now.”
For a few steps, the only sound was their shoes on the path.
“Do most people know about the world’s…odd behavior?” Michael asked. “I’ve never met anyone in Elandar who knew about this.” No one who had admitted it, he amended. But they all knew about people who had walked between the Sentinel Stones and disappeared forever. Crossed over to another landscape. That’s how Sebastian and Teaser had explained walking across an ordinary-looking bridge and ending up in another part of the world. Did all the Sentinel Stones work the same way? How could these
bridges have existed in Elandar for centuries without anyone but the Merry Makers remembering how they worked?
Maybe people didn’t want to remember. Maybe it’s time for people to remember once again.
“It is not odd behavior, Michael,” Yoshani said. “It is the nature of Ephemera.” He stopped walking and stared at the land in front of them. “And no, most people do not understand our world. They are protected from its nature—and their own—by the bedrock of the Landscapers’ hearts. But because they have lived in the part of the world that was most shattered by the war between the Dark and the Light, there are many people here who understand the truth.”
“And what is the truth?”
Yoshani turned and placed a hand on Michael’s chest. “That no matter how much you know about the world and its vastness, the only landscapes you can truly see are the ones that resonate with your own heart.” He stepped back. “Come. The border is at the end of that path.”
A shiver went down Michael’s spine. He’d met Yoshani a few minutes after he crossed the bridge into Sanctuary, and had trusted the man on sight. But when he’d explained his purpose, something had flickered in Yoshani’s dark eyes. That flicker hadn’t altered his trust in the man, but it did worry him—especially after Yoshani explained that he’d have to cross over to another part of Sanctuary in order to continue his journey.
Now the border—and another piece of the world—was at the end of the path. At least there was comfort in knowing he wouldn’t be leaving Sanctuary just yet.
“What’s that?” Michael asked when they reached a statue of an otterlike being standing upright and wearing an open, full-length coat or robe. The top of the statue reached his chest, which reminded him of the Merry Makers because they stood at about that same height. And even though the creature looked benign, seeing something else that looked humanlike but wasn’t human made him very uneasy.
“That is a River Guardian. They built their homes in the face of the gorge and have tended the River of Prayers for as far back as their race has memories. Their magic is very powerful and has become part of the currents of the river, even beyond the landscape they call home. Just stay on the path and walk past the statue. That will take you to their part of Sanctuary.”