Bridge of Dreams (39 page)

She didn’t want to give up the chance to experience this place for herself, but she yielded to Zeela as everyone sorted themselves out among the tables, leaving them the lone female at a table that included Sebastian, Lee, the Apothecary, and the Knife.

Morragen Medusah a Zephyra, Zeela noted with relief, was at a table with Nadia, Jeb, and Danyal. Glorianna was sharing a table with Michael and Yoshani.

*What about Kobrah?* Zhahar whispered.

=She’s with Teaser and…Caitlin?= Hard to remember all those faces when they moved about separately. Especially when she wanted to pair Lynnea with Caitlin as siblings, but it was
Michael
and Caitlin who had that connection.

Philo and an adolescent boy returned with two large trays. “Lynnea modified some of the specialties for Teaser’s table,” Philo said, “but the consensus was that adjustments weren’t needed for you.” Saying that, he set down a large basket and two bowls of melted cheese, a platter of mushrooms
stuffed with breading, and various other bowls, while the boy gave them plates and silverware. “Drinks?”

“Bottle of wine and a pitcher of ale,” Sebastian said.

Zeela picked up an object from the basket and considered its length and diameter.

“This is a Phallic Delight,” Sebastian said.

“This is wishful thinking,” she replied. But after Lee finished choking, she followed Sebastian’s example and swirled the tip of the penis-shaped bread in the melted cheese. Giving the cheese a moment to cool, she took a big bite.

Sebastian looked at the men around the table and laughed. “Daylight. Shadowmen blush and the holy men don’t even blink when these are set on the table. What does that tell you?”

“That holy men don’t understand why they should blush?” the Knife asked.

Lee shook his head as he filled his plate. “Nope. Neither Yoshani nor Danyal is required to be celibate, so they’ve had experience enough to be thinking all kinds of things.”

::Could you try one of those round black things?:: Sholeh asked. ::They look interesting::

“What are these?” Zeela asked as she picked up the bowl.

“Olives,” Sebastian replied. “Bite carefully. They have a pit in the center.”

“Bite carefully” was good advice for pretty much everything on the table, but the flavors were unlike anything she’d tasted. She wanted to eat until she was full, but she stopped when she had half of everything left on her plate. She leaned toward Lee and said quietly, “Would the other people here be offended if Sholeh came back into view to eat?”

Lee smiled. “This is the Den, Zeela. It takes a lot more than a Tryad to offend anyone here.”

::I like this place,:: Sholeh said a minute later as she took a dainty bite of a Delight.

=So do I.=

Zhahar, they both noticed, said nothing.

Michael walked down the Den’s main street with Lee, heading for the lane that would lead to Sebastian and Lynnea’s cottage.

“I don’t how many times I ended up sleeping on that couch,” Lee said, huffing out a laugh. “And here I am again.”

“Since they’re staying at your cottage, Danyal did offer to let you have your room back,” Michael said. “We weren’t sure if you’d be coming back, so it seemed practical to let him and Yoshani stay there.”

“It was practical, and I’m not complaining.” Lee slowed his steps.

“We can keep walking as long as you need to,” Michael said quietly. Yoshani and Danyal were waiting at Sebastian’s cottage to help Lee put in the eyedrops, but when Lee asked
him
for help getting back to the cottage instead of going with them, it was clear the man had something on his mind.

“There are shadows in every garden,” Lee said when they reached the end of the cobblestone street and headed down the lane.

Michael nodded. “One of the lessons the Landscapers learned at the school, yes?”

“Yes. But not a lesson that was taught at the Bridges’ School, because the bridges that are made are neutral. Someone who has that ability just connects the pieces Ephemera wants to connect. Dark, Light—doesn’t matter. Those things are the Landscapers’ responsibility. But I have shadows in me, Michael. Last year, my mother was touched by a wizard and influenced just enough to begin to wonder about the dark side of Glorianna’s heart. She wondered about it because Glorianna’s father was a wizard.”

“He was your father too.”

“That didn’t seem to occur to anyone—that I would have a stronger connection to the Dark currents because of it.”

“Are you making a point?”

Lee stopped walking and stared straight ahead. “I blamed you when Glorianna locked herself in that landscape with the Eater of the World. I blamed you for stopping me while there was still time to get into that place. I blamed you because I thought you stopped me so that the Warrior of
Light would drink from the Dark Cup, that you’d convinced her to sacrifice herself in order to accomplish your own plan.”

“I told her the story,” Michael replied. “The heart has no secrets, Lee. Not from her. She knew I had the answer to saving Ephemera. Denying it would have betrayed her trust. Just like…” No. That wasn’t his to say.

“Just like you broke my arm because she asked you to keep me safe? To keep all of us safe?” Lee’s smile held sadness as well as understanding. “By stopping me, you protected everyone who was there that day.”

“Yes.” Michael touched Lee’s arm. “I’m sorry for the broken bone.”

Lee shook his head and started walking again. “Funny how losing one kind of sight made other things so clear.”

“You’ll get your sight back.”

“I hope so. But I seem to be hoping for a lot of things lately.” Lee hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”

“Which side are you asking?” Michael countered. “Man or Magician?”

“I’m not sure. The day I tangled with the wizards and ended up in Vision, I was checking a stationary bridge. Should have connected landscapes that belonged just to Glorianna and Nadia, but the resonance for Glorianna included the possibility of someone crossing over to Foggy Downs. Wasn’t the first bridge that had connected landscapes that belonged to them and now also connected to you. I heard faint music. It made me angry that it was never just my sister anymore. You were always there.”

“You were still adjusting to the idea of Glorianna having a man in her life who wasn’t passing through,” Michael said. “Part of being a brother, I’m thinking. Caitlin Marie goes to a dance in Darling’s Harbor—and she’s as safe and snug in that village as a baby in its cradle—and I still feel twitchy about the boys.”

“Could be worse,” Lee said in a singsong voice. “Could be Teaser.”

At another time, he would have felt obliged to respond to that reminder of Caitlin’s friendship with the incubus, but not tonight. “Glorianna hears the music in my heart. It’s what Ephemera used to guide her home. And I hear the music in her heart. All of it. Dark and Light. Every day I play the music that is Glorianna Belladonna. I play both the tunes I hear, and then I blend them to be one song again. Hearing who she is provides a kind of
bridge between the two sides of her heart, and some days she stays in that in-between place for hours—the place where she is both, as she used to be. She can travel with me to most of my landscapes, but out of those, Foggy Downs is her favorite. So…” Michael shrugged. No one thought Glorianna would be completely whole again, but the music
was
connecting the two halves of her heart bit by bit.

They walked for a few minutes in silence before Lee asked, “What kind of music do you hear in Zhahar’s heart?”

“You’re asking about something that’s very private. If you want to know her heart, you should ask her.”

“The part of the question that’s personal is private,” Lee agreed. “But I’m asking Bridge to Magician. She doesn’t belong in the Den, does she?”

“No. Zhahar’s music is out of tune with the Den. Zeela, on the other hand, is
very
in tune with the carnal carnival. So is Sholeh.” Which had surprised everyone except, perhaps, Glorianna Belladonna.

Lee laughed softly. “Sholeh wants to interview the bull demons.”

“Lady of Light,” Michael muttered. Then he sighed. “Not fitting in with one place that you do doesn’t mean she won’t fit in with the rest. And because her sisters are easy with the place, she
can
reach the Den.”

“I know. I’m just not sure she wants to fit in—and I’m not just talking about the Den.”

“And you’d like her to fit in?”

“Yes, I would. But as we got closer to Tryadnea, I had the feeling there were things she hadn’t told me about her people. It’s made me wonder if a Tryad would—or could—care about—” Lee stopped walking abruptly. “Who’s that?”

“It’s Yoshani.” Michael raised a hand in greeting. “It appears he’s been waiting for you at the bridge.”

“In that case, why don’t you go back? Glorianna is waiting for you, and we’ll all have a great deal to discuss tomorrow.”

“Yes, we will. Good night, Lee. Welcome home.”

Lee hesitated. “I’m not sure I’m back to stay.”

Michael smiled. “I’m not sure anyone expects you to stay. Yoshani? We’ll see you and Danyal tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Yoshani replied. “We are to meet at Nadia’s house.”

Michael nodded and headed back down the lane to the buildings and colored lights that made up the Den.

Travel lightly. Lee’s heart had not been traveling lightly when he tangled with the wizards, but…

Come on, wild child
, Michael thought.
Let’s bring a bit of luck into Lee’s life.

Currents of power flowed around him, and he sent out the Magician’s gift of luck-bringing so that some good would balance whatever Lee had suffered in the past weeks.

As he reached the edge of the Den, he spotted Morragen Medusah a Zephyra sitting on a bench near one of the garden islands that ran down the length of the main street and contained dwarf trees and flowers that drew sustenance from moonlight instead of sunlight.

She’s dangerous, Magician
, Belladonna had warned.
Don’t push her.

I won’t push
, Michael thought as he sat on the other end of the bench and smiled at the Tryad leader.
But there’s no harm in telling a story.

“Nice night,” he said, smiling. “Then again, the sun never shines in the Den.”

“So it’s always a nice night,” Medusah said.

“Ah no. The Den doesn’t see the sun, but it does follow the seasons. A cold, rainy night is just as uncomfortable here as anywhere else. The only difference is how people pass the time once they get indoors.”

“I’m not sure this is a good match for the Tryad.”

“More often than not, what a person needs doesn’t always match what you imagine. And maybe you shouldn’t be looking at just the surface.”

She gave him a look that chilled him. But she didn’t understand what it meant when a man was an ill-wisher as well as a luck-bringer.

“One of the things we do for entertainment on a stormy night is tell stories. Something Sholeh would enjoy, I’m thinking. Anyway, there are enough of us from different parts of Ephemera to compare what Yoshani calls story-truths. Well, one thing led to another this evening, and a few of us were reminded of an old story. Don’t know where it began, since plenty of landscapes have some variation.”

“I’m not interested in stories tonight.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be interested in this one. You see, a long time ago, there were three sisters. Some of the stories mention two sisters, but we’ll go with a version that has three. So there were these three sisters who lived together and worked together and were as close as kin can be. Then one day, a man came by, passing through or looking for work—your choice. Anyway, some of the versions say he was a charmer with a shallow heart; others say he was an honorable man who enjoyed the flirtations of the eldest sister but found himself falling in love with the youngest sister. The day came when the sisters realized they wanted the same man. Now, these sisters had some power or magic, and their anger with each other grew to a fearsome thing. They turned against each other, each determined to destroy the other in order to have the man to herself.

“The middle girl ran to her sisters, wanting nothing more than to stop the fight. But she got caught in it. Some stories say a knife found her heart; others say it was the magic the sisters were flinging at each other that found her instead. It came to the same end. The remaining sisters, seeing what they had done, lost all interest in the man, and he lost interest in them and continued on his way. But the sisters still blamed each other for the death of the third sister—and they blamed the man. Wrapped in that blame, they gathered their power and made a terrible wish and turned love into a weapon. They wished to be kept apart from the world as punishment for wanting an outsider. And because they truly wanted to be set adrift, the world answered. And even to this day, the sisters drift through the world, never connecting to another place long enough to touch another heart.”

Michael watched the careful way Medusah swallowed.

“That’s an interesting story,” she finally said.

He nodded. “More interesting to those of us who were on the White Isle the day a young Landscaper and a Sister of Light spoke hard and heartfelt words that split an island into two places that now can’t touch. Story-truths, Medusah. The wrong words said in the wrong place by the right people, and a piece of the world is torn from the rest.”