Bridge of Dreams (9 page)

“Wait,” Sebastian said sharply. Nudging Lynnea out of his way, he walked up to Glorianna and studied her. “Why do you think he crossed over?”

“I don’t think it; I
know
it,” Glorianna said.

“He’s a Bridge and your brother. He wouldn’t leave.”

“You’re my cousin and you almost did.”

“No.”

“Yes.”
This
was why she’d come to the Den to tell the family about Lee. Because she’d almost lost Sebastian too, and she was hoping he would help the others understand. “You had grown away from the Den, had begun to want something else. If the Eater of the World hadn’t escaped when It did, if Lynnea hadn’t come to the Den when she did, you would have crossed over one night to rendezvous with a woman you had met in the twilight of waking dreams—and you wouldn’t have come back. Even if you’d intended to return to the Den, you wouldn’t have found your way back.”

“But I did stay,” Sebastian protested.

“Because things changed,” Glorianna said. “
You
changed. You realigned with the Den in a new way and opened your heart to the daylight landscapes in order to make a life that included the woman you love.”

“What does that have to do with Lee walking away from his family?”

“I’m not sure he walked away from everyone.” It hurt to admit that.

“Nadia’s landscapes are in your garden,” Yoshani said quietly. “While we made arrangements for this meeting, you seemed certain that Lee couldn’t reach the landscapes held by your mother.”

“I did think that at first. But Mother’s landscapes don’t resonate with me; they resonate with her.” Glorianna looked at her mother, who was a Fifth-Level Landscaper. “Lee is a Bridge. He can pick up a stone and make a one-shot bridge to Aurora anytime he wants to without going through any of my landscapes. So I think he’ll still be able to reach you.”

“Or he could use that island of his, right?” Jeb asked.

She shook her head, her eyes still on her mother. “That island doesn’t resonate with him anymore.”

Nadia sucked in a breath and pressed her fingers over her lips.

“Damn the daylight, Glorianna,” Sebastian snapped as the door opened behind him. “Why did this happen?”

“Why did what happen?” Michael set his daypack by the door. He hurried over to Glorianna and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Sebastian stared at Michael, whose brown hair was always a little shaggy and whose smoky blue eyes usually held a friendly look and missed little about the people around him. He was a Magician, ill-wisher, and luck-bringer—and he was learning to be a Guide to the world. Ephemera called him the Music because he used music to reach people’s hearts and keep his pieces of the world in balance.

After a long moment of staring at Michael, Sebastian’s sharp green eyes fixed on Glorianna. “He’s acting like a brat because you and the Magician are playing house?”

“Don’t be snide about a heart’s journey,” Glorianna warned. “And Michael and I are
not
playing house.”

“Will somebody tell me what’s going on?” Michael demanded.

“Lee’s gone,” Teaser said. “Crossed over somewhere and poofed. Even abandoned his little island.”

Michael looked thoughtful. Then he shook his head. “No. He doesn’t want to be around me, and I’m sorry to say it, darling, but he’s a fair ways
out of tune with the darker side of you these days. But he’s not out of tune with the Light. The music in him is still in tune with Sanctuary.”

“The island that was his personal landscape doesn’t resonate with him anymore,” Glorianna said.

Michael looked grim. “It should.”

She pulled away from him. Couldn’t they see she was struggling to accept this? Why wouldn’t they let her accept this? “But it doesn’t. Because he’s had enough. Don’t you see? Lee is twenty-nine years old, and he has never had a life of his own because of me.”

“Glorianna!” Nadia said sharply, rising to her feet.

“It’s true, Mother. You know it is.” Feeling desperate, she took a step away from them all. “He trained at the School in order to be a Bridge
for me.
He avoided making friends because he couldn’t trust anyone
because of me.
He’s never had a lover, never been a lover in the fullest sense, because he wouldn’t take the chance of the woman
betraying me.
Then I walked away from him, walked away from everyone. Well, now
he’s walked away from me.
”

Silence.

“That was quite a performance,” Nadia said. “Should we pass a hat and throw in some coins?”

Stunned, Glorianna stared at her mother.

“We are not the only family in Ephemera who has had secrets,” Nadia said. “We’re not the only family who has had to take some care in what we say and how we live. Your brother wasn’t a Bridge for you out of some sense of family duty, Glorianna. He
chose
to work with you. He
chose
to stand with you. If he’d found a woman he loved as deeply as Sebastian loves Lynnea or Michael loves you, he would have brought her around to meet the family, to meet
you.
Lee isn’t alone because of you.”

Glorianna’s eyes stung with unshed tears. “Then why is he gone?”

“When was the last time Lee used the island?” Sebastian asked.

“He was doing a circuit, checking bridges,” Yoshani replied. “He returned to Sanctuary every two or three days to replenish his food and check in. When Glorianna noticed the island, I thought Lee had returned.” He tried to smile. “It was baking day, and Brighid always set some treats aside for him.”

“The music in a man’s heart doesn’t change that much that fast,” Michael said quietly. “I’m not saying Lee didn’t find a place of interest to him that isn’t within reach of the rest of us, but a man doesn’t change that fast.”

“Unless something happened to him,” Sebastian said.

“Or someone happened to him?” Teaser asked.

Glorianna stiffened. Why hadn’t she thought of that when she’d
known
it could happen?

“All right,” Michael said. “Who could change a man that fast?”

“Wizards,” Sebastian spat. “When I was held captive in Wizard City…”

“Your resonance changed,” Glorianna finished softly. “Because of what they did to you. We almost lost you, Sebastian.”

Michael turned to Yoshani. “You said Lee would check in. Do you know where he was?”

Yoshani picked up a small book from the table beside him. “Lee kept meticulous notes about the bridges he created—where they were, what kind, and what landscapes they connected.”

Glorianna pushed her long black hair away from her face and held out a hand for the book. “Let me see that. If he was avoiding my landscapes, he would have been checking bridges in Mother’s pieces of Ephemera.” She riffled pages until she reached the last notation, then tipped the book when Nadia came up beside her so that her mother could read it too.

“I know that bridge,” Nadia said. “It’s in the landscape that borders Aurora. It spans a creek near a village called Tully and provides a way to cross over to two of my other landscapes and one of yours.”

“So this bridge is in one of your landscapes, Aunt Nadia?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes.” Nadia paled. “If Lee ran into trouble…”

“Then an enemy may have found a way in,” Sebastian finished. “Do you think Michael and I resonate with that other landscape enough to cross the border and visit? What about Dalton and Addison? I’d like to take a look at the bridge Lee was checking, and I’d like to have trained guards coming with us.”

“I—” Nadia took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “I don’t think any of you would have trouble, but if something has changed…”

“Lee gave me a couple of one-shot bridges that would bring me back to the Den,” Teaser said. “I asked for them so I’d feel easier about crossing over to…ah…visit a new friend.”

“I have a couple of one-shots for the Den,” Sebastian said.

“If I get separated from the rest of you, I can just take the step between here and there and return to my bit of garden on the Island in the Mist,” Michael said.

Sebastian nodded. “Then let’s send word to Dalton and Addison. The sooner we figure out where Lee has gone, the better.”

Dalton, a law enforcer in Aurora, had his own horse. So did Addison, who worked as a guard in the Den. Since Sebastian wasn’t sure the demon cycles that lived in the Den would be able to cross over to the landscape they needed to reach, he and Michael borrowed horses from the law enforcers’ stables in Aurora.

Following Nadia’s directions to the cairn that marked the border between Aurora and Tully, the four men reached the bridge without incident, but they didn’t see any sign of Lee and couldn’t find any indication that they were on the
right
side of the bridge.

“If Lee crossed over to check on this bridge from the other side, he could have run into trouble there,” Dalton said, shifting in his saddle. “Even a daylight landscape has dark hearts in it. He could have been robbed and left somewhere, wounded.”

Sebastian shook his head. “Why would thieves be interested in him? He wasn’t carrying anything. His pack was on the island. If he’d felt threatened, he would have stepped back on the island. That’s all he needed to do to be in a place thieves couldn’t reach.”

“Except the island isn’t answering him anymore, is it?” Michael said quietly. “So maybe he thought the danger couldn’t reach him, but it did.”

“Maybe.” Sebastian dismounted, glad to feel his own feet on the ground. Ordinary horses wouldn’t try to kill you for fun—or eat you—but
if he had to depend on something besides his own feet, he still preferred dealing with the demon cycles.

Michael, Dalton, and Addison dismounted. Dropping his reins to ground tie his horse, Addison moved away from the others, studying the ground.

Dalton ground tied his horse, drew his short sword, then tipped his head toward the bridge. “I’ll cross over.”

“No,” Sebastian said. “You have a wife and children.”

Dalton gave Sebastian an odd smile. “Justice Maker, this is a stationary bridge between known landscapes. This is as safe as a man can be in Ephemera. And I have the one-shot bridge you gave me that will get me back to the Den.”

“All right, then—”

“Captain!” Addison called. “Found something.” He pointed at the ground just ahead of where he stood.

They hurried to join him. Addison shook his head and took the reins from Michael and Sebastian.

Sebastian hesitated, then picked up the pocket watch, tugging the chain out of the soil.

“Is that Lee’s?” Dalton asked.

Michael muttered under his breath about the wild child.

Sebastian smiled as he handed the broken watch to Michael. “It belongs to the Magician, in a manner of speaking.”

Dalton walked ahead of them for a few paces, then stopped and pointed. “Here’s another one.”

“I’d best fetch the other horses.” Addison handed the reins to Michael.

They found two more broken pocket watches while they were still in sight of the bridge.

Sebastian looked at Michael. “Looks like Ephemera is giving us a trail. Should we walk for a bit?”

Michael nodded. “If we keep the creek on our right, we’ll be able to retrace our steps.”

They walked for several minutes at a brisk pace, Dalton in front and Addison in the rear, leading the four horses.

“Haven’t seen another of those watches,” Dalton said. “Maybe Lee—”

The wind shifted.

“Guardians and Guides,” Dalton said, choking. “What’s that smell?”

“Stinkweed,” Sebastian and Michael said as they broke into a run.

They slowed when they spotted pieces of broken planks floating in the creek. Holding a hand over their noses and mouths, they cautiously approached what was left of a rough footbridge. At Dalton’s signal, Addison hung back with the horses.

The stinkweed spread two man lengths in front of the bridge. What was left of the planks had been crushed by some kind of thorny vines. Five plants with leaves so dark a green they looked black grew around the area where someone had built a campfire. As they stared at the plants, a flower began pushing out of a fleshy pod.

“Shit!” Dalton yelped, taking a step back.

“A turd plant?” Sebastian asked as he too stepped back. The smell made his eyes water.

“The wild child has been more expressive since Glorianna returned,” Michael said.

“Meaning what?” Sebastian backed away from the plants. “That there were five people here the world didn’t like?”

“Or didn’t like being here,” Michael said grimly.

“There’s a bit of a rise there,” Dalton said. “Enough to hide a small camp. Stay here. I’m going to take a look.” He headed toward the rise.

Sebastian studied the ground around the creek. Not that he could tell much beyond the obvious. “Lee didn’t make that bridge.”

“No,” Michael agreed, “but somebody did—and
that
person managed to bring over others who shouldn’t have been able to reach a place held by Nadia.”

He could think of one kind of person who had been able to travel in the daylight landscapes, regardless of the foulness in their hearts. Wizards. Not just the wizards who were Justice Makers, but the ones who acted on behalf of the Dark Guides.

Dalton whistled, pointed to them, and made a “come along” motion. Another hand signal to Addison had the other guard tying the horses to
a couple of young trees before pulling out his short sword and joining them.

Sebastian and Michael hurried up the rise.

“What?” Sebastian asked.

“I’ve made enough of both kinds of camps to know the difference between making an overnight stop and settling in,” Dalton said, looking at Sebastian.

Dalton had been the guard captain who had helped Koltak, Sebastian’s wizard father, capture him and bring him to Wizard City—and had protected him when Koltak tried to kill him after Sebastian maimed the wizard’s foot. Dismissed and stripped of his rank because he’d protected the incubus, Dalton and his family had ended up in Aurora.

Now Sebastian and Dalton were both law enforcers in their own ways—although the incubus-wizard’s interpretation of those duties didn’t tend to match the former captain’s.

“They waited here for someone?” Sebastian asked, wanting confirmation.