“Enough,” Glorianna said, lifting a hand to acknowledge that they were coming. “For now, let’s find out what is here. We’ll deal with what was on another day.”
Kayne wasn’t much of a guide, Michael thought as they followed the lane that led to a house on a rise. For one thing, the man didn’t know how to pace himself to a woman’s walking speed. He’d push on ahead, leaving Caitlin and Glorianna trailing behind, and outside of tossing information any fool could figure out for himself by reading the shop signs, hadn’t said anything useful about the village.
When Michael started lagging behind again to give the women time to catch up, Kayne looked back and sighed.
“So,” Kayne said. “Should we dance around this or take the straight road?”
“Meaning what?” Michael asked. But Lee chuckled, indicating that he understood the question.
“Michael is Caitlin’s brother,” Lee said. “I’m Glorianna’s brother. I’m not courting Caitlin.”
“I’m noticing there’s a step missing,” Kayne said with a gleeful sparkle in his eyes.
“That’s because Glorianna and the Magician here are dancing around the question,” Lee replied.
“Ah,” Kayne said, looking back at the women. But it was clear—to Michael, anyway—that Kayne wasn’t looking at Glorianna.
“Caitlin Marie is only eighteen,” Michael said darkly.
“A blooming age for a women,” Kayne replied, smiling.
“Could be worse,” Lee said in a singsong voice. “Could be Teaser.”
Wondering why he had ever wanted friends, Michael stopped walking and stubbornly waited for Glorianna and Caitlin to catch up while Lee and Kayne went on ahead.
“Problem?” Glorianna asked.
“Men are a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.
She smiled and patted his cheek. “Women have known that forever, but we love you anyway.”
Caitlin sputtered and laughed. “Why don’t I—” She shook her head and took off. She was laughing too much to run well, but she caught up to Lee and Kayne.
“He’s practically licking his lips over her,” Michael complained. “She can’t be living here on her own when the first man who meets her gets that look in his eyes.”
“And what look might that be?” Glorianna asked sweetly.
“You know the one. And if Aunt Brighid is going to be going her way and I’m going…” Deciding that was best left unsaid since he didn’t know where he was going, he added, “You know what I’m saying.”
Glorianna pursed her lips. A bad sign.
“You’re saying Caitlin is going to have all this unsupervised time, and despite being a grown, albeit young, woman living in a community that not only understands her connection to the land but also values it, she will become a flirtatious, blithering idiot just because a man with a nice smile and muscles has shown a little interest in her. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Maybe.” He was pretty sure that wasn’t what he was saying, but right now he wasn’t going to make a definite statement about anything.
“And you’re saying that my mother isn’t an adequate chaperone, and that I’m not an adequate chaperone, since we’ll both be coming here to give Caitlin lessons. And Caitlin will also need to come to Aurora for lessons.”
Too close to the Den! Michael thought, hearing Lee’s singsong, Could be worse, could be Teaser. “Ah…” Nadia as chaperone? That would be sufficiently intimidating. But Glorianna was too young to be strict enough when it came to a little sister’s…flirtations. Which was something he couldn’t say without digging a hole for himself that he’d need a ladder to climb out of.
So he focused on the house to buy himself a little time—and stopped in his tracks. It was stone and, for the most part, one story. A house built to weather the moods of the sea.
A house built to be a home that would hear the sounds of children playing, hear the laughter and tears of a life well lived. He could hear its music—and its music was good.
“Oh,” Caitlin said. “What a darling!”
Wondering what Kayne had done to earn that tone of voice—and why Lee, the ripe bastard, hadn’t stopped the man from doing it—Michael hurried forward to put a stop to whatever it was.
Except Caitlin wasn’t paying any attention to Kayne. She was crouched down with a hand extended toward a small brown-and-white dog that probably would be a darling once he’d had a bath and a good brushing. The dog came forward, wary and ready to run, clearly wanting Caitlin and just as clearly not wanting the rest of them.
“First spotted him near the Sentinel Stones about a month ago,” Kayne said as the dog finally got close enough to sniff Caitlin’s fingers and then did his best to make friends. “A young animal. Spaniel of some kind, judging by the look of him, but no one here could name the breed. Anyways, we figured he’d come over from somewhere else, but short of catching him, chucking him back through the Stones, and hoping he would end up where he’d come from, there wasn’t much to be done about him. It was Moira who pointed out that he seemed to think he belonged here at the house. He would come down to the village once a day to beg for scraps—and with those eyes staring at you, he didn’t need to beg hard to get a good feeding—but most of the time he’s been up here.”
There was a radiance to his little sister that Michael had never seen before. She’s home, he thought, feeling his heart break just a little because, in a way he couldn’t quite explain but was beginning to understand, he knew he wasn’t home, would never feel truly at home in this village, despite the music of the house. Because of that, and because he realized Glorianna was right and he could undermine Caitlin’s confidence enough to have her turning away from the very thing her heart needed, he had to find a way to be an idiot she could defy.
“Up here all by yourself?” Caitlin crooned to the dog as she stroked the long, once-silky ears and was rewarded with lavish lick-kisses. “Poor baby. But you’re not by yourself anymore, are you, Andrew?”
“Andrew?” Michael said, putting his hands on his hips. “What kind of name is that for a dog?”
Kayne frowned at him. Lee gave him an odd look and said, “What do you care? They both seem fine with it, and you don’t have to answer to it.”
“But…Andrew? He doesn’t look like an Andrew. He looks like a Timothy.”
Now everyone turned to stare at him. Including the dog.
“His name,” Caitlin said, dropping each word like a stone, “is Andrew.”
Michael raised his hands in surrender and took a step back when Andrew growled at him. “Fine. His name is Andrew. And you shouldn’t be thinking of bringing him into the house until he’s had a bath, Caitlin Marie.”
“I know that,” Caitlin snapped. “I’m not six, Michael.”
Kayne, Michael noticed with satisfaction, winced. Good. Let the man realize the girl wasn’t always sweet and cooey.
“Maybe we could start the mud-slinging tradition here,” Lee said to no one in particular.
“Don’t encourage them,” Glorianna replied, looking back toward the village. “Here come Peg, Moira, and Brighid. Discussion of Andrew’s bath can wait. For now, let’s take a look at the house—and the garden.”
The house was spare on furnishings, Michael thought as he walked through it, but the people weren’t filling it with their cast-off furniture, so he understood the sense of not beggaring the village to furnish a house no one lived in. Still, there was enough to start with. A couple of times his eye caught Brighid’s, and he was sure there was the same blend of worry and relief in his eyes as he saw in hers.
And he saw the undisguised relief on Peg’s, Moira’s, and Kayne’s faces when Glorianna Belladonna gave her approval of the house.
Warrior of Light, Peg had called her.
Images. Stories. Truths. Choices.
This is the second time someone has called her the Warrior of Light, Michael thought. She knows it’s not a coincidence, so she won’t dismiss it forever. The day will come whe
n she’ll ask you for the story. If you lie to protect what your own heart desires, what harm will you do to the world?
“We’ve done some repairs on the walls,” Kayne said, now sounding nervous as they walked to the walled garden behind the house. “On the outside. We would have fixed the gate—put on a new one—but we weren’t sure if that would be intruding too much.”
Michael watched Caitlin hesitate at the gate, then turn and look at Glorianna. And saw, in that moment, the transition from girl to woman, from child to adult.
“She’ll be all right, won’t she?” he said softly as Caitlin and Glorianna slipped into the garden.
“In all ways,” Lee replied. “Come and help me pick out a couple of locations for a stationary bridge.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t build one.”
“I can’t build one between the White Isle and Lighthaven. But between here and Aurora? Shouldn’t be a problem. Caitlin’s resonance is in harmony with Nadia’s and Glorianna’s—and yours, by the way.” Lee gave him a long look. “Every bridge I build now adds to the risk of the Eater of the World finding a way into Glorianna’s landscapes and, therefore, finding the Places of Light. Caitlin’s landscapes aren’t isolated from the rest of the world; neither are yours. But if it will help you rest at night, I can build a bridge between one of your landscapes and Darling’s Harbor to make it easier to visit.”
“That offer is being made from one brother to another, yes?” Michael asked.
Lee tipped his head in agreement.
“What would the Bridge say?”
“He wouldn’t be making a bridge between here and anywhere. But Caitlin needs what Nadia, and especially Glorianna, can teach her. So I will make a bridge.”
“And pray to the Light that the Eater doesn’t find this place?”
“Yes,” Lee said. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.”
Michael took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he studied the walls of a garden he’d last seen on a hill in another part of his country. “All right then. I’ll think on your offer. For now, let’s see about this bridge you’ve already decided to make.”
Chapter Twenty-four
Michael sat on the bench and watched the fish flash gold among the water plants in the koi pond. His mind was carefully blank, but the absence of busy thought wasn’t restful. Not like it should have been. Because he was busy not thinking about the woman who wasn’t there.
“Are you stewing, brooding, pondering, or just letting a part of your brain float on the water?” Lee asked, settling on the other end of the bench.
“Anything tries to float on that water is going to get eaten,” Michael replied. “Doesn’t anyone ever feed those fish?”
“Sure. Doesn’t mean they won’t forage for themselves when the opportunity presents itself.” Lee studied him. “Still worried about Caitlin?”
Michael rubbed his hands over his knees. “Kayne seemed a bit too interested in a girl her age.”
“He’s interested,” Lee countered. “He’s also smart enough to know the male who is currently holding Caitlin’s attention is small, brown, and fuzzy.”
He grunted. Not an eloquent response, but better than admitting Lee was right about Andrew the dog being Caitlin’s companion for the foreseeable future. Then he sighed. “My heart aches because someone else is happy. Does that make me a ripe bastard?”
Lee said nothing.
Michael kept his eyes focused on the pond. “I respected my aunt Brighid because she came to help me and Caitlin when we needed her, and I suppose I loved her, but it was a duty love, if you take my meaning.” He glanced over long enough to see Lee nod. “I couldn’t hear the music of her heart. Crashing chords and odd rhythms, but not the melody, not the tone that usually gives me a sense of who a person is.”
“She wasn’t where she belonged,” Lee said quietly. He waited a beat. “What do you hear in her now?”
“A grand song. Something I never would have imagined was in her. Even before I listened for the song, I saw her face when we stepped off your island and she set foot in Sanctuary—and I realized I had never seen her truly happy or at peace with herself and the world around her. That’s a hard thing to swallow since I’m one of the reasons she didn’t have that peace.”
Lee leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “She wasn’t happy at Lighthaven either, Magician. She knew she needed the Light, but that wasn’t the place for her. And yet she never went up to Darling’s Harbor to walk between the Sentinel Stones. I think that’s one of the differences between your part of the world and mine. You can avoid a resonating bridge and stay where you don’t belong. But it can’t be an easy thing to deny your own heart day after day, year after year. And in the end, you can’t deny it. Ephemera won’t let you.”
“She wouldn’t have abandoned two children.”
Lee nodded. “Having decided to help, she wouldn’t have left you to fend for yourselves—especially while Caitlin was so young. But we’re not talking just about your aunt. That’s the thing about heart wishes. You might have to travel through several landscapes—and spend time in each one, living and learning and changing inside—before you’re ready for the place you truly belong, the place your heart recognizes as ‘home.’ Brighid has found her place. So has Caitlin. What about you? Do you have the courage to cross over to the landscape where you belong?”
Michael turned enough to look at Lee straight on. “And you’re thinking you know where I belong?”
Lee shook his head. “Your heart does.”
He knew where he wanted to belong. Which wasn’t the same thing.
“My father left when I was…” Lee paused. “Well, I was so young I don’t have my own memories of him. My mother didn’t know if he had crossed over a bridge and couldn’t get back to us, or if he didn’t want to come back to us and had crossed over to a landscape where she didn’t belong. It was only a few months ago that we found information that makes us think he was killed because he had learned the wizards who were purebloods weren’t human; that they were really the Dark Guides.”
“It changed things, his leaving,” Michael said, having a clear memory of his father walking down the road, alone, for that last time.
“Yes, it changed things.”
“But your mother’s heart didn’t turn barren of everything but storms and rages.”
“My mother was where she belonged, in a house that had been in her family for generations. And my mother has always known the nature of her gift and the way of the world. She wouldn’t have stayed in a place where she didn’t belong.”
“Well, my mother didn’t stay either,” Michael said, hearing the bitterness in his voice. “Of course, where she thought she would end up by walking into the sea is anyone’s guess. Where she did end up was a pauper’s grave.” And it hurt. All these years later, it still hurt. “She didn’t love us enough to stay.”
Before Lee could reply, Michael stood up, signaling the end of talk.
Lee rose as well. “Shall we join the ladies?”
“Lucky timing on your mother’s part to be visiting Sanctuary today,” Michael said as they headed for the guesthouse.
“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Lee replied, smiling. “My mother’s sense of timing is uncanny—especially if you’re a young boy doing something you shouldn’t be doing.”
“Ah.” Michael hesitated, then decided this was good timing too. “Speaking of ladies, I noticed your sister has been absent from the tour of Sanctuary.”
“Something needed tending. She’ll be back soon.”
Where? Although unspoken, they both knew the question had been asked—and not answered. Still an outsider, Michael thought. And maybe I deserve to be.
As they approached Brighid and Nadia, he tucked that thought away in the far corner of his heart, hoping no one would be able to find it. Including himself.
“You shouldn’t be poking around there,” a male voice said. “The place isn’t safe.”
> Glorianna turned and studied the man standing a few strides behind her. About Lee’s age, maybe a little older. Pleasant face. Old eyes that narrowed now that he had a clear look at her.
“You came with Caitlin Marie to look at her garden,” he said. He wasn’t standing in the right place to see it, but he looked toward the meadow. “That strange, rust-colored sand disappeared after you were here.” His eyes widened. “You’re a sor—”
“Landscaper.” She put enough emphasis on the word to silence him. “And a Guide of the Heart. Be careful of your words. They have more meaning than you realize.”
He hesitated, then moved closer. “I’m Nathan.”
Glorianna tipped her head. “You’re the anchor.” He frowned at her, but she smiled because there was a shimmer of recognition in his eyes. The word itself meant nothing to him the way she was using it, but the meaning did. “You remember what Raven’s Hill used to be.”
“I’m not that old,” he grumbled. But he also nodded. “My grandfather used to tell me stories. It was a good village, and a fairly prosperous one when the quarry was open. Fishing was better in those years. There was more game in the hills. And people were kinder.”
They can be again. “It wasn’t their fault,” she said gently. “Michael, Caitlin, and Brighid.”
“Of course it wasn’t their fault,” Nathan snapped. The snap was automatic—a habit established long ago—but underneath there was uneasiness and doubt. “A young girl can’t turn a fountain foul beyond any hope of cleaning or ruin a vegetable garden just by looking at it. A boy can’t bring someone good luck or bad just by wanting something to happen to someone. That’s all a load of—”
“Truth.” She watched his mouth fall open, then waited for him to regain his mental balance. He’d known it was true—had known Caitlin and Michael were capable of such things, but he hadn’t expected anyone to acknowledge what they could do without condemning them for it. “In many ways, it was unknowingly done, unwittingly done, and the legacy of unhappiness was inherited along with this house. But Caitlin is a Landscaper who can alter the world to some extent, and since the village was already predisposed to brand her a sorceress, they helped shape her and, in return, she helped shape the world they had to live in. But even she couldn’t influence Ephemera beyond a certain point. Because you were here.”