Belladonna (12 page)

"This is not a place you know, isn't that true? If you go there, can you get back? Glorianna!"

Yoshani shook her, and that startled her enough to focus on him. And seeing the look in his eyes startled her enough to hesitate. When she had seen that expression in other men's eyes, she had called it "warrior's eyes." She had never thought to see Yoshani's dark eyes look that way.

"A summons that powerful may not come from the Light," Yoshani said.

"I have to answer," Glorianna said. "If I don't, something precious will be lost. I know this, Yoshani. I can feel it."

He nodded, but the wild look in his eyes didn't fade. "You will not go alone."

"But —"

"Both of us or neither. I will not compromise, Glorianna."

There wasn't time to argue. Snatching the bracelet out of the stone bowl, she tried to ignore the grating dissonance, that conflict of resonances.

Whatever wants me will also reject me.

She closed her hand around the bracelet, then said to Yoshani, "Don't let go of my arm." When she felt his grip tighten, she thought,
There will be bruises tomorrow.
But she didn't tell him to ease his hold on her. She would rather have bruises than lose a friend while taking that step between here and there. Besides, she suspected that more than her arm would be bruised by the time she completed this journey. "When I tell you, take a step forward."

She waited, waited, let the resonance build until the rhythm felt like a chant.

"Now," Glorianna said, and felt Yoshani move with her as they took the step between here and there.

*

"Guardian of Light, hear our prayer." Most of the people ran, trying to escape the destruction that was coming, but some stayed. Maybe they realized they couldn't get far enough away to save themselves. Maybe they believed their voices would still be able to tip the scale and save the White Isle.

Merrill glanced over her shoulder and shuddered as she saw the wall of black water coming toward them. Shaela, facing the sea and watching the wave come closer with every heartbeat, didn't falter.

"Heart's hope lies within belladonna."

"Lady of Light, hear —"

The man and woman came out of nowhere, breaking into their circle. The woman stumbled against the pots, knocking over the belladonna before breaking through the other side of the circle. The sailors and dockworkers caught the two strangers and steadied them, but the damage was done. Whatever "magic" had been made by the chant and the circle had been destroyed.

"You!" Merrill said, giving in to the slash of anger that wanted to drive the dagger of failure into someone else's heart.

But the black-haired woman just stared at the wall of water coming toward the island, then turned her icy green eyes on Merrill.

"What is this place?" she demanded.

"Guardians and Guides," the man said as he looked at the black wave. "We can't stay here, Glorianna."

"We can't leave yet," the woman, Glorianna, replied. Those eyes fixed on Shaela. "What is this place?"

"The White Isle," Shaela replied.

"An island? This is an island?"

Shaela nodded.

"Glorianna,"
the man said.

The woman shook her head. As she held up her clenched hand, Merrill caught a glimpse of something silver.

"This is a Place of Light, Yoshani," Glorianna said.

"And that is a killer wave that will drown this island and everyone on it."

Glorianna shook her head again. "No,
that
is the Eater of the World. I recognize the resonance of It."

Merrill gasped. How did this woman know? How could she speak with such certainty? Like the man, her speech declared her a foreigner, someone who came from a country far beyond Elandar. But there was something familiar about her, something ...

It's like being around Caitlin Marie. Only ... more so.

A shiver went through Merrill as the woman stared at the sea, then turned and looked inland as if she could see beyond buildings and hills right to Lighthaven.

"This place is mine and not mine," Glorianna said quietly, turning back to look at the sea. "Resonances are tangled up in a way I don't understand, but that other resonance isn't strong enough to keep me from holding on to this landscape — at least for a little while. I can try to save or I can try to destroy. If I try to destroy and fail, I will save nothing." She stared at the black wall of water, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ephemera, hear me."

She
was there! The True Enemy was there, on the island! It would smash her, drown her, destroy her! In this form, It was part of the sea. She could not cage It, could not stop It.

The black wave swelled even higher, moved even faster.

Glorianna watched the unnatural wave bearing down on the island. If there had been time, she would have considered each of her landscapes in turn to see if there were any borders that could be made that would connect this landscape to other pieces of the world. But there wasn't time. Besides, something wasn't right here. Despite being a Place of Light, that tangle of resonances warned her that something wasn't right.

They're going to be alone,
she thought,
For a while, they're going to be alone.

Couldn't be helped.

"Ephemera, hear me."

She felt the world changing to manifest her heart and will. But the change wasn't smooth, wasn't complete. Even in the moment when Ephemera altered the landscapes and the black wave disappeared, she knew the change wasn't complete — because this newly made landscape didn't quite resonate with her. The place itself felt secure enough; the currents of power were flowing as they should, although the Dark currents felt too thin to properly balance the hearts on this island.

Nothing to do about that, either, until she found the other Landscaper who controlled this island. Besides, now she wanted to solve her own puzzle.

"You're safe," she said, approaching the two older women. "The Eater of the World can't reach you."

They said nothing, but the three younger women all made a sign with their fingers. Yoshani responded by saying something under his breath that she suspected was a very bad word learned in his youth. Which confirmed that the sign was meant as an insult.

She took a step closer. They all took a step back.

Whatever wants me will also reject me.
She felt the truth of it as she looked at the women.

One of the older women straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin — the movements of a leader reminding lesser beings that she was a leader.

"Your kind are not welcome on the White Isle," the woman said.

An echo from the woman rippled through the Dark currents inside Glorianna. Pain. But not pain received; this was hurt inflicted. And when she thought about the hurt inflicted and listened to that heart, her eyes were drawn to the two pots — the heart's hope and the belladonna, which was knocked over, its dirt partially spilled out on the wharf.

"Where did you get those plants?" Glorianna asked.

"That is not your concern, sorceress," the woman said. "Go back to whatever shadow place you came from."

Ignoring the woman, Glorianna crouched beside the spilled pot that held belladonna. Something there. She righted the pot, then scooped up as much of the spilled soil as she could without filling her hands with splinters from the wharf. As she pressed the soil around the plant's stem, her fingers touched a spot at the base of the stem that tingled, resonated, was so full of a wanting it made her ache.

"Yoshani," she said as she brushed the soil away from the stem, "can you see anything?"

He crouched beside her. As she tilted the pot, she saw something glint in the sunlight.

"There," Yoshani said, pointing to the exact spot on the stem. "It looks like a hair was wrapped around the plant."

A need so great even a hair carries its resonance.

More than that, the resonance in the hair matched the resonance on the island that was tangled with her own.

Handing the pot to Yoshani, she stood and faced the two older women. This time she focused on the one with the cloudy eye.

"Where did you get those plants?" No answer. "Tell me now, or I will give you back to the Eater, and the Light will vanish from your part of the world."

They looked at her in horror. Then the leader said, "You have such darkness in you that you would condemn the innocent?"

"You will never understand the currents of power that flow through me." She opened her hand, revealing the silver cuff bracelet — and saw shock and recognition in the leader's eyes. "And you are not innocent. But you got what you asked for."

Before the woman could move, Glorianna grabbed her hand and slapped the silver bracelet into it.

The woman stared at the bracelet. "Where did you get this?"

"In the future, be more careful what you ask for." She paused. "Heart's hope carried the need to be protected, and you are.

You are no longer connected to the world. You will not be found by the Eater of the World — or anyone else."

The cloudy-eyed woman frowned. "But the dream said heart's hope lies within belladonna."

"It does," Glorianna replied.
"I
am Belladonna."

Ripples, murmurs. Ignoring the leader, she focused on the cloudy-eyed woman. "For the last time, where did the plants come from?"

"From a girl who lives in Raven's Hill," the cloudy-eyed woman replied. "She gave us the plants."

"Where is Raven's Hill?"

"On the eastern coast of Elandar."

That told her nothing, but she would wait until she was back on her own island before trying to figure out where Elandar was in relation to any landscape she knew.

She picked up the pot of heart's hope and handed it to the cloudy-eyed woman. "Tend this carefully. It's the only anchor you have left to the world. If it's destroyed, I don't know if you'll be able to touch the world again."

"Touch the world?"

"This island is all you have now. What can be harvested from the land and the sea within this landscape's boundaries is all your people can reach — at least until I find the other ... sorceress ... whose heart resonates with this place."

Glorianna stepped back and took the pot of belladonna from Yoshani. "Hold on to my arm. We need to leave now."

"Agreed," he said, looking around at the men who had remained at the wharves.

She focused her heart and will on her garden, on the beds that represented Sanctuary. The feeling of strength and peace and home filled her. "Now," she whispered.

Together they took the step between here and there — and stood in her garden, looking down at a bowl-shaped stone filled with water.

Glorianna set the pot of belladonna next to the stone. She wasn't sure the island was really one of her landscapes, but she would keep it safe for a little while.

"What now, Glorianna Dark and Wise?" Yoshani asked, striding to keep up with her as she headed for the part of the garden that would take her to Aurora.

"I need to talk to my mother and Lee — maybe Sebastian, too — and see if any of them have heard of Elandar or know how to reach Raven's Hill. If the Eater followed the ship, It may know how to find the girl. We have to find her first."

"Forgive me if the question sounds cold, but why is this girl so important?"

Glorianna stopped in front of the statue of a sitting woman that she'd taken from her mother's garden to act as an anchor for Nadia's landscapes. She kept her eyes on the statue as she felt the question flow through her.

Something is changing. Has already changed.

"Because, Honorable Yoshani, I think this girl is like me. There may be someone else out there who is like me."

*

It could see the Place of Light, but as It got closer to the island, the land began to fade, becoming less substantial until It reached some invisible marker in the sea. At that point, the island vanished altogether.

Something had drawn the True Enemy to this place. Something ... or someone.

Turning, It followed the ships fleeing south. If It couldn't have the Place of Light, It could — and would — have the sorceress who had helped deprive It of Its prey.

*

"Merrill."

The world can't touch us anymore. Isn't that what she said? We won't be tainted by the world anymore. But the Dark feelings
are still here. The Dark still smears the Light. I am the leader. I will cast out the Dark. I can. I will. Somehow, I will.

"Merrill."

She looked at Shaela and smiled. "We're safe. From everything." She looked at the pot. "We should throw that into the sea. We can't take it with us. It would contaminate Lighthaven."

Shaela shook her head. "Hope is the Light's seed. We must keep it with us and tend it. We will need it in the days ahead."

Merrill looked at the pot of heart's hope that had come from Caitlin Marie and shuddered.

I
will cast out the Dark. I can. I will. Somehow, I will

"I
'm not drunk," Lee said as he bumped into
Sebastian.

"Of course you're not," Sebastian agreed, steering them both along the path that led from Sebastian's cottage to Lee's.