I am a spirit of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee; Therefore go with me. —A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Finn discovered that the door to the ivory bedroom was unlocked. As she fled down a corridor, the tiny vials of elixir and Tamasgi’po hidden in her Doc Martens chafed against her ankles. She pushed through another door, into a walled courtyard where dwarfish apple trees clustered, their branches hung with rusting birdcages. Moving forward, she found that each cage contained a portrait or a photograph in a fancy frame. The pictures, torn and stained, were of young people from different eras. Lot’s victims . . . The path took her to a pair of glass-paned doors that shed light onto a hunched yew tree. The doors opened when she pushed at them and she entered a large chamber, its black floor reflecting lit lamps on pillars shaped like birch trees. The leaf-green walls and the ceiling—a mass of green marble vines—gave the chamber the appearance of an otherworldly forest.
