Belladonna by Anne Bishop

flattered that you invited me to view your garden," Yoshani said.
    Satisfied that there was no dissonance in the part of the garden that represented her mother's landscapes, Glorianna gave her companion a sly smile. "Would you still be flattered if I invited you to help me with the weeding?" She laughed at Yoshani's startled expression. But when he said, "This would be permitted?" she felt a flutter of sadness, so she linked arms with him and moved on to the next part of the garden.
    "I have brought you sorrow," Yoshani said, seeing more than she wanted him to. "I am sorry."
    "It wasn't you."
    "Something in my words made you sad."
    She stopped at the next bed but didn't focus on it. Not yet. "This garden represents my landscapes and is my connection to them. Oh, they're always connected to me here" — she tapped her chest to indicate her heart — "but this is a tangible ..." She frowned as she tried to figure out how to explain. "Every landscape should have the Landscaper's actual presence on a regular basis to remain balanced — and because standing on that ground is the best way to sense if a particular part of a landscape needs special attention. The gardens are an easy way for a Landscaper to step between here and there to reach the pieces of the world in her care. It's an established path, an anchor that takes me to the same place in the landscape every time. Also, by working the soil, by planting and weeding, I can feel each landscape, so I know if any of them need immediate attention."
    "But you invited me to work in your garden," Yoshani said. "Would that not interfere with your landscapes?"
    Glorianna shook her head. "Your heart would not interfere with this garden." Then her voice was barely a whisper as the sadness washed over her again. "That's how the training begins. You work with an experienced Landscaper, weeding the beds in her garden, learning the names of the plants and what they symbolize and what they need to grow well. You learn how to combine things that are pleasing to the eye but also represent different aspects of a landscape. You learn the resonance of Ephemera's currents of power — the Dark as well as the Light. You learn all these things on safe ground because someone else's resonance maintains the balance." She forced herself to smile. "But that could all be a ploy made up by the older Landscapers to get out of doing all the weeding by themselves."
    Yoshani looked around, then looked into her eyes. "Perhaps you need an apprentice."
    Something rippled through her when he said the words.
    Something is changing, she thought, suddenly feeling a tug from the section of the garden she specifically wanted Yoshani to see — the beds that represented Sanctuary. No. Something has already changed.
    "Glorianna?"
    She didn't answer him, just slipped her arm out of his and ran toward that other part of her garden, leaving him to hurry after her.

    *
Was it luck and the restlessness of young women, Merrill wondered, or the Lady of Light's guiding hand that had brought three of their Sisters into Atwater? The girls had come to town to run errands and do some shopping For the community and — giving in to an impulse — had come down to the wharves to ask for news about Merrill and Shaela just as their ship's lines were being secured.
    Only five of them in total instead of the seven Shaela had wanted, but five experienced in focusing their thoughts in order to connect with the Light were better than seven who would need to be coached.
    Foolish to set up on the wharf in front of all the warehouses, Merrill thought as she and Shaela set the pots of heart's hope and belladonna side by side. Surely they could get away from the waterfront and the smells of seawater and fish? Atwater had a lovely little park. That would be a much more pleasing setting for a prayer circle and would take hardly any time at all to get there.
    Was this sense of urgency something that came whispering from the Dark so that they would