Belladonna (28 page)

And Michael looks after his landscapes by wandering from place to place, making a circuit in order to tend to each of them before going back home for a few days to rest in a place that resonates with another's heart. Which is not so different from the Landscapers who traveled through their landscapes and then returned to the school to rest." She sipped her koffee. "They may have borders in this Elandar, but they have no boundaries, no bridges. Their piece of the world didn't shatter. Maybe if I can understand how the landscapes work in their part of the world, I can find a way to make this part of the world whole again."

"Do you really want to do that?" Nadia asked.

Glorianna stared out the window rather than look at her mother.

"The Eater of the World is out there, Glorianna. It has touched Elandar three times that we know of. Four if you include that haunted stretch of sea that Michael passed through. Instead of putting the world back together, maybe you should be thinking of breaking more of it."

She rubbed her forehead, trying to deny the headache starting to brew behind her eyes. "Lee is the only Bridge working with us. He can't take on the burden of doing more."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Glorianna glanced out the window. It looked like the men were getting something done now. "I think Sebastian is right.

Caitlin and Michael need some time together, and the rest of us need a few hours to set aside the weight of the world. Tonight we'll go to the Den and eat at Philo's, listen to music, and ..."
Remember what romance feels like?

When she had first seen
Moonlight Lover,
she'd wondered if the fantasy lover was an incubus — someone Sebastian knew and had used as a model for the painting. Then Michael had showed up on her island — someone who was, and wasn't, like her.

Considering the assessing way he had looked at her and that slip of jealousy he'd shown when he'd thought Sebastian was a lover, the odds were good that he would be interested in a night's romp in bed. But did she really want that from him, with him?

In some ways, she wanted that very much. But her heart needed more. With Ephemera so dependent right now on the choices she made, she had to be careful.

"We're going to eat at Philo's, listen to music, and...?"Nadia asked.

"And tomorrow Caitlin and I will pay a visit to the White Isle," Glorianna said, tucking the idea of romance away, along with her heart.

L
ong ago, beyond my memory and yours, spirits who were the voice of the world walked among us. And they knew things no ordinary human could know. Like the secret to using the Door of Locks.

Now the Door of Locks was hidden in a garden that lived in the heart of a magic hill, and that hill was the country home of the spirits who resided in this part of the land. When a person had a powerful need for something that was just beyond his grasp, he would set his feet on the road and follow his heart — and if the spirits decided he was worthy, he would find that garden.

And when he reached the garden, which was protected by high walls and a barred gate, a spirit would appear and ask, "What do you seek?"

Now a foolish man might say he was seeking gold or jewels or some other kind of treasure. He might be allowed to enter the garden after giving such an answer — but he might not. Because the correct answer to the question — and this is most important to remember — the correct answer is "I seek the hope that lives within my heart." Give the spirit
that
answer, and the garden's gate will always open.

And then, once you're inside ... It's a lovely place, as beautiful as a dream, and you're allowed to wander and look and sit for as long as you please. When you're ready, the spirit takes you to the Door of Locks.

There are one hundred identical locks on the door, and while you're standing there, trying to fathom it all, the spirit reaches into your heart and takes out a key, and says, "Every lock leads to a different place that lives within you. Some are dark places, some are light places, some are full of struggle and sorrow while others will shower your days with joy. Choose a lock. The key will fit any one of them. Choose where your heart needs to go. Choose."

And that is what you must do — choose. Now some people are hasty, ignoring the spirit's warning about the nature of the locks and thinking that since the locks all look the same they'll all be the same. And some people don't ask for the lock they truly want because it's high up in a corner of the door or too low to the ground and they don't want to be inconveniencing the spirit and they figure a lock that's easy to reach will do just as well.

But it won't do as well. I'll tell you that now. It won't do, and if you settle for what is easy instead of what you truly want, you may never discover the hope that lives in your heart.

So you choose wisely, and you choose well, and you pick the lock that matters the most to you at that moment.

Then the spirit takes the key that was plucked from your heart and slips it into that lock.

It changes you. It doesn't matter if you end up in a place you didn't know existed or in the village where you've lived your whole life. It changes you — and you will never again see the world in quite the same way.

Except we've lost the way of it, you see.

A dark and terrible Evil swept through the land in that long-ago time, and the spirits disappeared. Some say they were all destroyed in a great battle against that Evil. Others say that those who survived went into hiding and still tend the magic garden. No one knows the answer, just as no one knows how to find the magic hill or a spirit who can pluck a key out of a person's heart and open the Door of Locks.

But I can tell you this. That magical place still I exists. And someday someone will remember how to find it —

and how to open the door that leads to all the hope that lives in the heart.

—
Elandar story

B
oredom gave birth to bravery. The True Enemy had not found It. The male Enemy had not pursued It. The voices of the haunting dead entertained It, but no living humans had sailed into Its watery landscape recently, so there had been no minds to play with, no fear to savor. As It explored the borders of this landscape, trying to sense the presence of either Enemy, It remembered the delight of being among so many minds that did not know the Eater of the World, that were unaware of the source of the whispers that floated through the twilight of waking dreams, urging humans to make choices that would dim the Light a little more. Most of the humans It had encountered in the seaport called Kendall enjoyed the shiver produced by scary stories but no longer truly believed in the things that moved in the dark, ready to hunt them.

It would go back to Kendall and help them remember, give them a reason to believe.

And then It would feast.

*

The colored lights that gave everything a festive, make-believe quality. The people strolling down the streets — or performing in the streets. And the music! Oh, Michael played his tunes, and she liked the music of her own country well enough, but this! Hot and edgy, pumping through the blood and making the heart pound with the need to move with the rhythm.

And Teaser, all cocky and full of fun, teaching her how to dance while Michael got all stony-faced. Until Glorianna started dancing, too. That had changed the man's tune fast enough. And did her prissy-prig — how she loved that word! — brother think no one had seen him kissing Glorianna after the dancing? Ha! So when Teaser ...

"You've never been kissed?" Teaser had asked.

Caitlin shook her head.

Glancing around, he nudged her into the alley next to Phillo's place.

"It's just a bit of fun, you know that?" he asked. "I don't want to get into trouble for a little kiss."

"In trouble with my brother?"

"No, with Sebastian's auntie."

The fact that Nadia could worry him tickled something inside her — and also made her feel safe. "Just a bit of fun," she agreed.

Oh, it was more than a bit of fun, that first kiss. It started out sweet and gentle — and ended as hot and edgy as the music.

Might not have ended at all if Michael hadn't walked into that alley with Glorianna in tow.

Probably just as well that they had all spent the rest of the visit within sight of Sebastian's auntie.

* * *

Caitlin stood at the end of Nadia's personal gardens and breathed in the crisp morning air. Across a little stone bridge — which Lee had assured her was nothing more than an ordinary bridge — was the walled garden that protected Nadia's landscapes.

Landscapes! According to Nadia, the world was made up of lots of broken pieces fitted together but not necessarily in a tidy way of one village fitting with the next if you kept following a road. Oh, no. Nothing as simple as that. And them — Nadia and Glorianna — sitting at a table with her last night and asking, as calmly as you please, what landscapes, what parts of her country, were held in her garden. How was she to know? And why was Glorianna so sure they would be able to reach the White Isle? How was she planning to reach it? Was she figuring to have Lee cart them around on his little bit of an island?

"Like a magic carpet with trees," she muttered.

"Talking to yourself Caitlin Marie?" Michael asked as he came up the garden path to stand beside her.

She stiffened. She'd missed him so much, had wanted to sec him so much — and now he seemed like just another bully, the way he had yelled at her yesterday and acted like a surly dog when they all went to the Den last evening.

Thinking about the Den made her think about Teaser and
that
made her think about ...

"You're blushing," Michael said.

"You had no right to be so mean to Teaser," she replied, giving him her coolest tone. Not cold, because he was her brother and she wouldn't be cold to him, but chilly enough to warn him off "We weren't doing anything wrong." At least, not by the Den's standards. Even Nadia had said as much, hadn't she?

"Can we not talk about Teaser? I don't need a sour belly so early in the morning. Here. I brought a peace offering. Will you accept?" He held out a mug of rapidly cooling koffee.

She took the mug of koffee but wasn't sure if she was ready to warm to him. "Teaser was nice to me. The boys in the village were never nice to me."

"He's an incubus. There were things he was wanting from you that you wouldn't be knowing anything about."

"I'm not a child, Michael," Caitlin snapped. "What be wanted was no different from what the boys back home wanted, but at least Teaser was showing me a good time, and he
didn't
expect me to go down on my back!"

She saw pain slash across Michael's face before he looked away, focusing on that walled garden that led to other parts of the world.

"The world has disappeared right out from under me, Caitie, and I've lost my balance," he said quietly.

He hadn't called her "Caitie" since she was a little girl. She hadn't allowed him to call her "Caitie," not since he'd taken up the wandering life. That had been his punishment for leaving her. But she didn't have the heart to slap at him for it. Not when she was feeling lost too.

"I thought I knew my life," he continued. "I thought I was resigned to the bitterness of it and the hardship of it and the fear that I'd enter a village just as I'd done for years but this would be the time the people would turn against me because I was a Magician, and all their troubles would be laid on my shoulders. I thought I was resigned to the things I couldn't have because of what I was, and I had found a kind of contentment, even joy, when my being in a place made a difference to someone. But the world is so much more than I thought it was — and I'm not sure of who or what I am anymore. I'm scared for myself, and I'm scared for you. I've seen the monster, Caitlin Marie. I've seen the thing that wants to chew up the Light and leave us all in the Dark. And may the Lady of Light have mercy on us, because I don't know how we're going to stop that thing."

Caitlin looked back toward the house and saw Glorianna and Lee heading toward her and Michael. There was still enough distance between them not to be overheard, but she lowered her voice just the same. "Do you think they know how to fight the monster?"

"I'm thinking if they knew, they would already be standing on the battleground. It's clear from the things that were said —

and not said — last night that they all think Glorianna is the key to fighting this battle."

Caitlin's breath rushed out of her, leaving her lightheaded for a moment. As clearly as if she'd done it yesterday, she could feel herself as a girl sitting near the attic window, looking at an old storybook she'd found in a finely made wooden box, puzzling out the words with her newly acquired reading skills.

"The Warrior of Light," she whispered, staring at Glorianna.

No.