Everyone had been so happy when Jondalar returned, despite the
fact they had a menagerie with them. They had both been welcomed
with open arms. That is, until her past came out. She thought
that Jondalar's reaction had been bad, but theirs...
Ayla still shuddered at the memory.
Dropping her basket by the river's edge, Ayla quickly shed her
summer clothes and waded into the water. It only took the
Zelandoni half a turning of the moon to convey a council, and
pass judgment. Jondalar had stood proud at her side, accepting
whatever fate fell upon them. Ayla caressed her round stomach as
she sank into the cool water.
"Jondalar, you are allowed to remain with your people, but
the woman Ayla must leave." His jaw had set and he swiftly
informed them that if she left, he'd follow. No matter what, he
wouldn't leave her. For the briefest of moments, Ayla's fear of
being alone engulfed her. No. This time would be different. She
wasn't 'death cursed', and these weren't really her people.
Before the next dawn, they had packed traveling bags they never
thought they'd have use for again. Wolf whined in the still
morning air, and Ayla reached down to give him a reassuring pat.
Though Jondalar didn't look back as he hoisted his pack and lept
upon Racer, Ayla did. She saw Marthona standing at the mouth of
the cave. Sadness filling her heart as she bid a silent farewell
to her son once again. This time, she knew it was permanent.
Ayla dipped her head under the water, letting the peaceful rush
of the water surround her. When she couldn't hold her breath any
longer, she surfaced with a gasp. That had been over a moon ago,
and they had decided not to return to the Lanzandoni. Traveling
south, they knew whatever adventures awaited, they would face
them together.
Glancing back, Jondalar checked on Ayla who was sitting upon
Racer's back. Winnie wasn't far behind, with Wolf on top. The
snow was almost knee deep, and he wondered if they'd ever find a
place that would afford them even a little bit of shelter.
He had wanted to stop many times, and erect their lean-to, but
Ayla insisted they keep going. He knew that starting a fire in
these conditions was almost impossible, even with the fire
stones.
He was bone weary tired, and held his arm up to shield his face
as he scanned the white landscape. Barely a tree to be found, let
alone a cave. How long had it been since they met people on their
journey? He still felt anger rise when he thought of the
Palozarri. They had come across their cave a moon ago.
At first they were so relieved to have found shelter. Ayla was
nearing her due date and this winter had proven harsher than he
had imagined. They were so frightened by the animals though, they
refused to allow them to even stay more than the night, despite
the fact Ayla was blessed.
Jondalar's stomach growled reminding him of the fact their
provisions were almost gone. He worried about finding game, but
kept his fears from Ayla. Lately she'd been so exhausted when
they stopped to rest, he'd been taking stock of their provisions.
Not that he would admit it to her, but this would be the third
night he went without an evening meal to make their food last. No
matter what, he wouldn't let her, or her baby go without.
"Jondalar"
He turned to Ayla, his heart breaking with the sheer look of
exhaustion on her face. "It is time." She stated, fear
in her voice.
Jondalar's eyes grew wide as her words sunk in. "Now?"
Ayla merely nodded as she clutched her stomach. She leaned over
in pain, and he rushed to help her from the horse.
"Oh Doni!" he went to the back of Racer and fumbled
with the travois. He had to get Ayla out of the elements! His
numb fingers ached as he pulled out the hide for the lean to,
hoping it would be enough. 'Why now Doni?' he questioned.
Desperately, he allowed himself one last look around the
landscape, hoping for something, or someone to help him out.
'Hold on Ayla, just hold on.'
Ayla had been experiencing contractions since early that day, but
knowing they didn't have any where to camp, she tried to ignore
them, pushing Jondalar to keep going. She had hoped they'd find a
tree line, or perhaps a cave, something that would help block the
elements. She knew they should have found a place to winter moons
ago, but nothing they found would provide for both them and the
animals. Not wanting them to suffer any more than they already
had, she agreed to keep going.
A tear trailed down Ayla's face when she thought of the foal
Winney birthed. It had been a tough delivery, and the babe was
stillborn. Both she and Jondalar grieved as if it was one of
their own. After all, Winney, Racer, and Wolf were their family.
Ayla was brought back to reality as another contraction came. She
looked towards Jondalar to check his progress when a familiar
figure came into view.
The older man walked with a limp, his arm hidden in the folds of
his furs. As he approached, Ayla smiled at the Mogur. She signed
a greeting to him, as he head sank back into the snow. She was so
tired...
'Get up!' Creb signed, with force, to Ayla.
Ayla frowned, confused. Why was he angry with her?
'Creb?'
'Get up now!' he repeated.
Ayla struggled to stand, despite the pain.
"Ayla!" Jondalar rushed towards her, dropping the hide
as he supported her with his arms. "What are you doing? You
shouldn't try to walk."
Ayla's eyes didn't leave Creb. She had to obey him. It was
ingrained in her since childhood, and she couldn't turn against
it now.
"I must follow." Ayla whispered as she staggered
forward in the knee deep snow.
Jondalar looked around. "Follow what? Ayla, you must
rest!" He was worried that the cold had gotten to her, and
knew he had to warm her quickly.
Ayla shook her head, "Don't you see? He wants to help
us."
Jondalar didn't see anyone, and turned once again to the woman he
loved. For the first time, he noticed how her eyes had glazed
over. She was seeing something from the spirit world. When he
first recognized what was happening, it scared him. Now that he
was used to her journeys into that realm, his fear subsided, but
his concern was as evident as ever. If Ayla said someone was
there, he didn't doubt her. Supporting her as best he could, they
made their way slowly through the blizzard.
"Oh Mother! Please help us!" He called out. The only
answer he received was a stinging wind in his face.
"Ayla," hunkering down, he took her face in his hands.
"Hold on, I'll get the horses and you'll be warm in no time.
Just hold on."
She didn't acknowledge him, and he ran as fast as he could to the
horses. It only took him a few moments to guide the horses back
to Ayla, but he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
She was gone!
"Ayla!" He called out over the wind, looking around
frantically. Wolf ran past him and disappeared. He realized that
with the blinding snow and the endless plains, he failed to see
the small mound. The snow covered whatever it was completely, and
he quickly guided the horses around to where the wolf
disappeared. He could see the trail Ayla left when she
disappeared into the....bushes? Jondalar dug the opening bigger
and found Ayla laying on her side in the small shelter.
"Ayla! Thank Doni you found this! Are you alright?"
She nodded her head and he scrambled back out, returning a few
minutes later with the hide. He maneuvered it under Ayla then
brought the packs inside. There was just enough room to sit,
though he couldn't straighten fully. Length wise, he estimated it
to be about six or seven of his paces. Wolf nudged close to Ayla,
whining softly as he licked her hand.
"Jondalar," she breathlessly called.
"I'm here Ayla, tell me what to do." He leaned toward
her and stroked her face.
"We'll need a fire. And the birthing blankets." She
managed to say before letting out a hissing breath.
Jondalar looked around for something, anything to burn. Reaching
up, he broke a few branches off, and then dug a small fur out of
his pack. Ripping it in strips, he added both to a pile near the
entrance and reached for the firestones. For the first time in a
long time, he thought Doni might be looking out for them.
Wolf had managed to find some small game and Jondalar hunted
whenever he could. Ayla had finally realized their supplies were
dangerously low, and it was all he could do to convince her to
stay in the furs with the baby. She had wanted to help him hunt,
but he was adamant. They had found enough to sustain them since
the birth, but not enough to build up their reserves.
"Look Jondalar! Spring is here. The Mother is coming alive
again." Ayla smiled as she pointed to a few wisps of green
coming from the ground. She knew they had a long way to go before
the snow would melt, but it never dampened the joy she felt every
cycle at the first showing.
Jondalar smiled up at her, noticing not for the first time how
beautiful she was. "Why don't we rest here for now?" He
suggested.
Ayla nodded and Jondalar reached up to take 'their' daughter. He
kissed her forehead as Ayla slid off the horse. Ayla pulled out
the ground hide, and spread it at the base of a tree, near the
new sprigs. It didn't take her long to have a fire going and a
meal prepared for them. She glanced up at the horses, and noticed
they didn't wander too far off. Both were digging in the snow to
get to the grass, and she made a note to help them after they
ate.
Ayla placed a cup of tea in front of Jondalar, and he reluctantly
held the now fussing baby to Ayla so she could feed her. He
looked at the picture they made longingly.
Ayla cooed at Tholiza as she nursed, and rocked back and forth.
She found herself humming the same tune when Durc was little.
Tears sprang unbidden when she thought of her son. As if sensing
her mood, Jondalar scooted close to her and wrapped his arms
protectively around her, pulling her into his chest.
"Do you think we'll ever find anyone to accept us?" She
asked.
Jondalar paused, considering. "I had hoped we'd find some
people to winter with, but I'm sure we'll find someone who's more
accepting." He shifted slightly and looked down into her
eyes. "Do you regret coming with me? There were so many
people who were willing to accept us. We can still go
back..."
Ayla shook her head no. As much as she had wanted to see the
Sharamundi and the Mamutoi again, she didn't want to journey for
a whole turning of the seasons. She was so tired of traveling.
All she ever wanted was to settle down and have her own hearth,
and Jondalar's babies.
"How much farther do you think it is?"
"We're nearing the great wall of ice. Beyond that, Wymez
said it should only take a season to reach the narrow
straights."
Ayla nodded, wondering if the feuds would still be going on after
so many years. She didn't think it could. After all, Ranec was a
grown man now. Certainly it would have ended years ago!
Resting against Jondalar, Ayla closed her eyes and relaxed.
It didn't really matter anymore how long out of their way it
would take them. After all, they didn't really have a destination
in mind. They decided to try and find the people that Whymez
visited all those years ago. At first Jondalar was leery about
the idea. He didn't want any kind of a reminder of the tall dark
Mamutoi man. It was only after Tholiza was born that they
decided. After all, what really were their choices? They had no
people. Well, no people close, anyway. Who knew? Perhaps someday
they'd take the journey back to the Mamutoi and introduce Tholiza
to the rest of her family.
Sighing wearily from all the traveling, Ayla added the last pack
of her belongings to Winney's travois making sure they were
secure. Jondalar still insisted she ride most of the time, while
he guided the horse. It was a slow pace, but one he thought best
for her and the baby.
Turning to Jondalar, Ayla thought she saw movement from the
corner of her eye. When Wolf growled, she knew it wasn't her
imagination. Pulling her sling from the waistband, she dug two
stones out of her pouch and quietly approached Jondalar who was
holding Tholiza.
Jondalar realized that Ayla was giving him subtle clan signals,
and he moved slowly towards her like she said. When Ayla had free
aim, she signaled for Wolf to go. He'd been waiting anxiously for
the signal, and didn't hesitate once given the go ahead.
Within moments, loud snarls could be heard as a massive fight
ensued. Ayla rushed forward, picking up her spear thrower as she
ran.
"Ayla!" Jondalar yelled after her as she disappeared
into the brush. He glanced around frantically, looking for
somewhere safe to place Tholiza. Both Winney and Racer were
prancing nervously, and he knew he couldn't take the chance of
them stepping on her. His head snapped up when he heard Wolf
yelp, and quickly picked up the 'baby carrier' Ayla had made.
Slinging it over his one shoulder, he placed Tholiza in it and
took up his spear thrower.
He became aware of an unnatural silence that fell around him. No
sounds of struggle, nothing.
"Ayla!" He called again, and when no answer was
forthcoming, readied his spear thrower as he practically ran to
where he'd last seen Ayla disappear.
"Ayla!" She jumped as she turned to see Jondalar
running towards her, Tholiza strapped to his chest, his aim
ready.
"What happened? Are you all right?" He noticed the huge
black cat for the first time. "Oh Doni! He didn't harm you,
did he?"
Jondalar sank to his knees beside Ayla, eyes wide. He couldn't
believe she was still with him.
"No Jondalar, I'm fine. Wolf was hurt, but I don't think his
paw's broken. He will have to keep his weight off it for awhile
though."
Ayla barely finished speaking before Jondalar wrapped her in his
powerful arms. She couldn't figure out why he was so shaken. It
wasn't as if they'd never faced wild animals before. Why was he
so upset?
Ayla pulled back and stared into his eyes. Looking down at
Tholiza, she finally realized what happened.
"You did the right thing, Jondalar. You made sure Tholiza
was safe."
He pulled back slightly. Why did it always seem that she could
read his mind? He shook his head as his throat constricted.
"You could have been killed! How could I just sit aside
while you're in danger?"
Ayla smiled and caressed his cheek. "Our baby must come
first. We both know that. She depends on us. We're all she
has."
She relaxed when Jondalar nodded, and then turned her attention
to the large cat. "Have you ever seen a cat so large? And
it's all black!"
"Didn't Wymez say a black cat attacked Ranec when he was a
child?" Jondalar asked.
Ayla searched her memory, then nodded. "We must keep a
closer look out. They will be very difficult to spot with their
coloring once the snow melts. Maybe they are common around this
area."
Jondalar nodded in agreement, as he held Ayla close to him once
again. After a few moments, they knew they had much work to do.
Wolf needed to be helped back to camp, and the cat skinned. They
couldn't spend too much time in the area with the smell of blood
on the air. And they had many fires to build up to keep predators
at bay. Ayla also wanted to make a poultice for Wolf's paw.
Jondalar smiled as he started to slit the neck of the animal.
"What?" Ayla asked.
"We don't have to worry about meat for awhile." As it
dawned on Ayla, she too, smiled and started the difficult process
of skinning. She gasped and froze as she stared at the carcass.
"What's the matter?" Jondalar asked, concerned.
Ayla pointed to the underside of the cat. "She's
nursing."
Ayla found herself most days gathering the variety of strange
plants. Here, the living conditions were very moist and hot.
Winney and Racer, not to mention Wolf, were having a hard time
adapting from the harsh, yet dry, winters near the great ice.
Jondalar stopped, causing Ayla to almost run into him.
"What's wrong?" She asked, as she took the opportunity
to rub Tholiza's back. Most days Jondalar preferred to carry her
on his back, in a leather holder. He'd designed it so the bones
of bison gave support for her back and head. Ayla had to admit,
it was a very clever way to keep her close, as well as leave a
person's front open so they could do their work.
"Don't you hear that?" He asked, glancing at her.
Ayla strained to hear when something brushed against her leg,
startling her. "Midnight!" She admonished, scratching
the quickly growing cat behind her ears. She looked around for
Midnight's brother, but he was probably still off exploring. Like
Wolf, they always managed to catch up by nightfall.
She finally heard why Jondalar stopped. "Drums!" She
gave him one of her most breathtaking smiles. They had found the
Arterians! Well, at least they'd found people...
"Doesn't that melody seem familiar?" Ayla asked,
puzzled as she strained to hear.
Jondalar nodded. "It sounds like Mamutoi music!"
As they approached the camp, they realized that the cave was
different than any they'd ever seen. It appeared to be made
mostly from wood! Big panels were grooved out into concave
shapes, attached by a mud substance that vaguely resembled the
Mamutoi. Jondalar was immediately fascinated by the construction,
and fervently hoped for another reason now, that they'd be
welcome to visit.
There were about fifteen people doing daily tasks outside the
wood dwelling. At first Ayla was shocked to see so many dark
skinned people! They weren't black as night like Wymez had
described, but they were darker than Ranec. She was happy to
notice many of them were women and children. She really hoped
she'd be able to talk to them! A child shouted, and suddenly all
attention was turned towards them.
Jondalar squeezed Ayla's hand before letting go and raising both
his in greeting. "Hola!"
A few of the men who were around quickly picked up their spears
and moved toward them. They were speaking a language neither
Jondalar nor Ayla was familiar with, but from the tone in their
voice, both knew it wasn't a welcome they had hoped for.
Ayla thought she heard a few distant references to Sharamundoi,
but she couldn't be sure. She knew given the chance though, that
she'd be speaking their language within a week.
"We mean you no harm," Jondalar continued. "we've
traveled all the way from the Zelandoni and had hoped to visit
with you before we continue our journey."
An older woman, probably almost as old as Mamut Ayla guessed,
stepped forward, speaking harshly to the men with the spears.
They backed down with their stance, but didn't look too happy
about it.
The woman approached them, carefully looking Ayla and Tholiza up
and down. Nodding her head, she then turned to Jondalar. She said
something that Ayla could tell wasn't the same language, it was a
question, but Ayla shook her head. She still didn't understand.
One of the men spoke sharply to the older woman, while gesturing
about them. The woman glared at him coldly, causing the man to
become instantly contrite. Ayla knew this woman was well
respected among her people. Perhaps she was like a Mamut?
Ayla started to make sense of a few words here and there, since
many people were talking about them. The old woman approached
Ayla, and tapped herself on the chest. "Gandar"
Ayla nodded and returned the gesture. "Ayla" she said
slowly, then motioned to Jondalar "Jondalar." Then she
pointed to Tholiza. "Tholiza."
The old woman smiled and nodded her head. She motioned for them
to follow her, and Ayla let out a breath. It appears they were
being accepted after all.
Most of the people parted when the older woman started walking
towards the cave. Ayla felt very uncomfortable being the object
of attention. She could tell they were most amazed by the color
of her and Jondalar's skin, as well as hair and eye color.
She had to remind herself that they weren't being rude, hardly
any of the others had a taboo about staring at people. Ayla
briefly wondered if she'd ever become used to it.
The man who'd seem so opposed to their presence, suddenly
screamed something and danced around holding his spear
threateningly at she and Jondalar. Ayla covered Tholiza's head,
as Jondalar stepped in front to protect them, his spear thrower
at the ready. He wouldn't let anything happen to the people he
loved.
A growl came from behind them, causing the man's eyes to grow
wide, and gasps from the rest of the onlookers. Ayla turned to
see Thunder and Midnight racing towards them from the forrest,
Dief on their trail.
Mothers scrambled to gather their children and run into the cave,
while the men forgot the visitors and took aim at the animals.
Screams echoed about as total chaos broke out.
"No!" Ayla and Jondalar shouted in unison, as Jondalar
threw himself at the closest man, knocking him to the ground as
he was about to launch his spear.
Ayla ran towards the three animals as fast as she could with
Tholiza in her arms. When she reached the cats she hunkered down
protectively in front of them, and Wolf was quick to catch up.
Anger welled in her when she looked at the cats. They were young,
and their curiosity got the better of them most of the time.
Though she had told all of them to stay, they disobeyed. Part of
her wished she'd done as Jondalar had suggested and tied them,
but she wanted them to be able to defend themselves if need be.
She was so tired of traveling. Knowing she couldn't put it off
forever, Ayla took a deep, steeling breath and turned around. She
gasped at what she saw.
Jondalar was sitting on the ground looking just as confused as
her. All the inhabitants of the cave were kneeling on the ground,
in a manner of deference. Wolf let out a low growl, ready to
protect his pack but Ayla silenced him with a wave of her hand.
Ayla motioned for them to stay as she went back to where Jondalar
was. "Why are they on the ground like that?" she asked,
hoping he'd know.
Jondalar shook his head, confused. "They were getting ready
to throw their spears, then when you ran to Thunder and Midnight,
they dropped to the ground and haven't moved since. Are you
alright?" Jondalar finished, concerned for his mate.
Ayla nodded and handed Tholiza to him. Approaching the old woman,
Ayla knew it wasn't easy for her to be in that position, her
forehead touching the ground. She was reminded of the clan
position for requesting permission to speak.
Kneeling in front of her, Ayla gently touched her back. The woman
looked up, fear in her eyes. Ayla helped her to sit up. She was
very concerned about how these people would react to them now. It
was as if they thought she was the Mother herself. There had to
be some way to convince them she was just an ordinary woman.
She had said the word 'Muta!'
Excitingly, Ayla asked her in Mamutoi if she knew the language.
The old woman gasped as she nodded.
"My daughter's husband taught some of us." She finally
said.
Ayla was beside herself! Looking for Jondalar, she motioned for
him to come forward.
"I am Ayla of the Mamutoi, Chosen of the Cave Lion,
Protected by the Cave Bear, daughter of the Mamoth Hearth."
Ayla spoke while holding out her hands.
The older woman acted as if she couldn't believe what she was
hearing. Tentatively, she held out her hands and took Ayla's.
"I am Gandar, Spirit Leader of the Poterians. I welcome you
to our home."
Jondalar then did his introductions, but he left off most of his
family ties, which surprised Ayla. When she glanced at him, she
noticed a prideful set to his features. She decided to remember
to ask him about it later.
The man who'd made such a ruckus stepped forward then, glaring at
the two of them.
"I am Karpin. Leader of the Poterians. What business do you
have here? And why do those panthers obey you? Are you a
Muta?"
Ayla knew it would be hard to get these people to accept what
they were about to tell them. After all, raising animals to live
with people was a foreign concept to most.
"The wolf has traveled with us for 3 years, I killed his
mother and when I found she was nursing, I took him in and raised
him as one of us. He won't harm anyone at your camp Karpin, I
give you my word on that. As for the 'panthers'," Ayla used
the word in his language to describe the black cats, "their
mother attacked us this past winter and we killed her in defense.
When we tracked her back to her cave she had three young pups,
but hyenas were attacking when we arrived. We managed to chase
them away, but it was too late for the one sister. The other two
we healed, and now they also travel with us as our friends."
Ayla took a deep breath, studying the man's reaction. He looked
past her to where Wolf, Thunder, and Midnight were still sitting.
They hadn't moved from where Ayla last left them.
Jondalar stepped forward then and spoke. "We've traveled a
long distance, and were hoping to visit with you before
continuing on our journey."
Gandar spoke then. "Where are you heading?"
"A Mamutoi man told us of a people who live to the south of
the great waters. We are going to the narrow straits to cross,
then visit."
Karpin shook his head. "You don't want to go there. We used
to be Arterian, before the blood war. It's a long story of a
battle that lasted many years. We were lighter skinned than the
rest of the camps, and people started to distrust us. After a few
years, we had no choice but to cross the straights and make a
home here. Most of us came from different camps, and many didn't
make it through the first turning of the seasons. The living
conditions here are harsh, and there are many dangers living in
the trees." Karpin unconsciously glanced at the cats again.
Ayla shook her head in sadness. How could a people let something
as petty as the color of skin cause families to be torn apart?
"When Wymez told us about the fighting, I would have thought
it would have been settled many years ago."
Gandar's eyes grew wide. "You know Wymez? How!"
Ayla was just as taken aback that the old woman would know him.
"We stayed with the Mamutoi a full year. He lived there with
his son, Ranec. He was also dark skinned. I was adopted into
their cave, to the Mamoth hearth."
Gandar shook her head with a smile. Looking at Karpin, he too,
was grinning.
Karpin stepped forward then and extended his hands. "I'm
sorry for my lack of hospitality earlier. We've also come to
distrust those who are different from us. There were many other
people we ran into during our travels who didn't like dark skin,
and made problems for us.
As leader of the Poterians, I welcome you Ayla and Jondalar to
our home."
Ayla gave him one of her dazzling smiles in gratitude, then
remembered there was one more thing they had to tell them.
"Karpin, we also have two more traveling companions that we
need to tell you about."
Karpin looked worried as he glanced at the animals, probably
hoping they didn't have more panthers or wolves.
"We travel with two horses." Ayla let out a shrill
whistle and soon the camp let out gasps. They had become quiet
during the introductions, but now all were excited again.
Whinney and Racer trotted up to Ayla and stopped just a few feet
from her. She petted Whinney's neck reassuringly. It had been
quite a while since they'd been around other people.
Jondalar spoke up. "We need to know that the animals will be
safe, and not hunted."
Karpin nodded his head decisively. "No harm will come to
them from us, but I can not guarantee they will not be harmed by
the animals near by. We are always on constant guard to protect
ourselves."
Ayla nodded. She'd already realized how dangerous the area was,
and kept an extra sharp lookout for predators.
"Come, you must be tired. You can stay with us for as long
as you'd like to visit." Gandar ushered them towards the
cave, and Jondalar studied it appreciatively. He surmised it had
to be at least 40 of his feet wide, and 60 of his feet long. On
the curved top, there appeared to be trees sticking out every
once in a while ,but the trees didn't have tops, and smoke was
rising from some of them.
"I can see you're interested in our home! Come, I'm sure
we'll have much to tell, and hear." Karpin said as he
followed them into the cave.
"This is a lot of room for a small cave." Ayla said,
not wanting to be rude, but wanting to know why.
A look of pain flitted across Gandar's face. "There was a
time our cave was so full we thought we'd have to add on. There's
been much sickness over the years, as well as war. Many good
people didn't survive. Right now we have some scouts out to make
sure no one is planning an attack."
Jondalar was shocked! "You mean the wars are still going
on?"
Karpin shook his head. "Not the way it used to be. Most of
the caves suffered heavy losses, and a lot of the animals we
hunted moved on. The Mother wasn't pleased that we fought each
other over her bounty. Now fights break out mostly from what was
done in the past. Most are young and can't remember why the
fighting even started to begin with. Even I was just a small
child."
"Perhaps it's time to put the past behind and move on."
Ayla said thoughtfully.
Gandar smiled slyly. "That's what my grandson says. I think
both of you will have a lot in common."
"Where is he now?" Jondalar asked as he wrapped an arm
around Ayla's waist.
"He's with the scouts, but if all goes well, they will
return tomorrow or the day after. Come, let's get you
settled."
Not that she wasn't planning to, she argued with herself, she
just didn't want to face a confrontation so soon. Why couldn't
people be more accepting of the Clan? Could they really not see
how similar everyone was?
A commotion outside caught her attention, and she sat up trying
to see out the cave. An older woman she'd met, Nadkar, hurried
into the cave past Ayla.
"What happening?" Ayla asked in the woman's own
language. Nadkar smiled excitedly at Ayla.
"The scouts are back! They're on the far ridge. Some of us
are going up to meet them! Do you want to come?"
Ayla smiled back, her enthusiasm was contagious but Ayla shook
her head. "I need to relieve self."
Nadkar nodded in understanding and practically ran out of the
cave.
Ayla glanced around the empty dwelling. The wood carved cave was
decorated with beautiful etchings of hunting scenes, mother
figures, everyday scenes. Though the people didn't have faces,
the etchings were so life like it was as if they were alive. Deep
beautiful colors had been rubbed into the grooves to make a
virtual treasure chest of art.
Ayla surmised this was where Ranec's ability to draw and carve
came from. These people were extremely artistic, and they placed
a high value on only the best. There was a high competitiveness
among them concerning their art, and only the best of the best
were allowed to tell their story on the walls of the cave.
Ayla herself couldn't find anything wrong with some of the others
art, but when she tried to compliment Nadkar on her work, she
shook her head and denied her ability. Ayla found that the
subject could easily turn into a heated debate, and decided to
change the topic.
Feeling the need to relieve herself, Ayla quickly finger-combed
her hair out, pulled it back and walked out of the cave. Taking a
moment to look around, she noticed Jondalar sitting with a few
others around a small fire. His flint knapping tools were laid
out and he held Tholiza in his lap. She signed to him that she'd
be back to take her in a moment, and headed off to the area the
Poterians marked for 'natures call'.
Curious, Ayla made her way toward Jondalar. He was faced away
from her, and she could tell from his posture that something was
terribly wrong! Tholiza was crying, and that seemed to be about
the only sound coming from the entire group of people. Rushing
faster, Ayla finally made it to Jondalar's side. She was just
about to ask him what was wrong when she noticed his face. Ayla
was shocked to see outright hate! Following his gaze, she felt
herself grow faint as she gasped.
"Ranec!"
"I see you've already met my grandson. Come, it's been a
long journey and I'm sure everyone is tired. Let's go inside and
get settled, then we can talk."
Ayla managed to pull her eyes away from Ranec's face as Gandar
turned her towards the cave. Looking at Jondalar, Ayla knew what
she would see ahead of time.
She felt herself jump when his arm went around her waist tightly,
possessively. Murmur's started again as they were led into the
cave and the people went back to their regular tasks.
Ayla knew that Ranec was behind them, though she didn't look.
Small bumps formed on her skin as his eyes bore into the back of
her. Briefly, Ayla wondered where his hearth was. Did he stay
with his grandmother? She knew Jondalar would probably want to
leave immediately if that was the case. She was also One who
Serves, and as such they were also sharing the hearth.
Jondalar sat on their sleeping furs and handed Tholiza to Ayla.
She noticed he wasn't looking at her though, and as his head
slowly turned, she knew he was staring at Ranec who walked past.
He relaxed a little as the dark man kept going, not stopping at
the hearth. Ayla glanced in the direction he'd gone one last
time, then focused on Jondalar.
"What do you think he's doing here?" Ayla whispered in
Zelandonii.
Jondalar's reply was harsh. "How should I know? It was your
idea to travel here!"
Ayla gasped as she sat back. Why was he being so mean to her?
Certainly he couldn't have expected her to know that Ranec would
be here, could he?
"I'm sorry Ayla," Jondalar quickly apologized as he
moved to take her in his arms. "It's just, he's the last
person I'd expect to see."
Ayla nodded as she leaned her head against his shoulder, holding
Tholiza tightly.
"He's done nothing wrong Jondalar. I'm just sorry that I had
to make his pain fresh again." She softly whispered.
Jondalar kissed the top of her head as he held his family to him.
"You're right. He must have a good reason for being so far
from Lion Camp. We should talk with him."
Ayla gave him a breathtaking smile as she pulled back to wipe her
eye. Though she knew he would try, his body language was still on
guard. Thunder, Midnight, and Wolf all picked that moment to come
into the cave. Both the cats made their way straight to Ayla, and
she breathed a sigh of relief. In all the commotion she forgot
about them. With the new people who just returned, it could be
dangerous to both parties.
Wolf on the other hand lifted his head, sniffing. It only took
him a second to catch a familiar scent and he let out a yip
causing the people around him to jump back in fright. It didn't
help that he then took off at almost a run towards the back of
the cave.
"Wolf No!" Ayla called out as she ran after him, still
holding Tholiza. Jondalar was right behind her and the cats
decided to join in the fun as they followed.
By the time she reached wolf, he'd already found Ranec and had
knocked him down.
"Wolf!" Ayla tried to pull him back by grabbing the fur
at his neck, but it was difficult since she only had one hand to
work with. Jondalar reached past her and managed to finally get
the excited wolf back. Only then did they become aware that Ranec
had been laughing.
"I missed you too Wolf" he spoke in Mamutoi as he
ruffed the animals fur. Looking up at the two faces he'd hoped he
never see again, his mood sobered.
Before he could speak, two large black cats came from behind Ayla
to sniff at him and his belongings. Ranec scooted back, fear in
his eyes.
"Don't be afraid Ranec, they're our friends." Ayla
spoke as she motioned the cats to her side. When he looked into
her endless eyes....and that smile...he found himself lost again,
just like two summers ago.
Jondalar cleared his throat and Ranec dropped his eyes. When he
looked back at the two of them, his face was schooled.
"What are you doing here?" Ranec asked. He wondered if
he was destined to be haunted by the woman he couldn't have
forever. Though his voice was strong and his face blank, Ayla
could see the deep hurt in his eyes and wanted nothing more than
to take that away from him. Knowing any gesture of comfort she
could make may be misconstrued by both men, Ayla held her
distance.
Gandar chuckled from behind them, causing all three to look.
"There's plenty of time for telling stories tonight. For
now, let's get everyone taken care of, and plan for a
celebration!"
The people who had gathered around them during the commotion all
agreed excitedly. It had been awhile since they celebrated, and
with the unexpected 'twists' they'd just seen, tonight's
storytelling promised to be extra special!
Only three people didn't share in the enthusiasm. How would the
events of their convoluted relationship come out? How would they
get around that?
If Ayla had had a feeling of dread before, it was now doubled.
He was still sitting in the same place he'd been earlier, and
nothing had been unpacked. He was in a great turmoil, and she
hoped to help him.
"Ranec,"
He looked up and stood to help her with the cups. Once she was
seated on his furs, he handed her back one of the cups and stared
into his own.
"Ah....a good cup of tea to calm one's nerves." Gandar
remarked as she leaned against the cave wall. Studying Ranec,
when he still didn't speak, she knew a little prodding would have
to do.
"Tell me about it child." She encouraged, and waited
with the patience that could only come from one who'd lived a
long life.
Ranec leaned forward and sat his cup down. Placing his head in
his hands, he sighed and stared at the floor. After a few moments
he started to speak.
"My other people, the one's Wymez was from, one day a few
summers ago I had returned from a hunt to find Ayla and Jondalar.
They had been invited to visit by Talut, the headman of the
camp." Ranec's eyes took on a faraway misty look as he
remembered.
"I'd never seen a more beautiful, perfect woman in my life.
I think I fell in love with Ayla the moment we first met. I knew
she was with Jondalar, but something inside me didn't care. I
watched, and I waited, and when....when they had a disagreement
and Jondalar left the hearth, I took advantage of that and openly
pursued Ayla. She was the mother incarnate." He pleaded to
Gandar for her to understand. "All my life I had been
searching for someone like Ayla, and all of a sudden there she
was! She was in my own camp. It was as if Muta had answered my
prayers by bringing her to me!"
Ranec took a deep breath and focused his thoughts. "Anyway,
I was successful in keeping them apart through the long winter. I
knew all I had to do was tell Ayla to talk to Jondalar, and she
would have. I finally convinced her to share my furs...." He
swallowed hard, remembering how perfect she'd been. "By the
time summer came, I had convinced her to mate with me, though I
knew she still loved him. It didn't matter though! We left for
the summer meeting, and finally the day of our matrimonial
arrived. I was so nervous, I refused to think something was
wrong. That morning when I woke, Jondalar had left. He'd taken
his bedroll, his belongings....it was the first time I allowed
myself to actually believe that Ayla would be mine!" Ranec
stood and started to pace his small hearth.
"I looked for her all morning, but she wasn't around. I
asked Nezzie where she'd went, but even she wouldn't tell me.
Finally I saw them. They were riding double on Whinney. I knew
then.....
Ayla told me she needed to speak with my in private but I still
didn't want to believe she was leaving me. I would have
crossmated with ten men just to be with her!"
Ranec's voice grew soft as he finished. "She left that
morning. I couldn't stay with the Mamutoi after that. By the time
the summer meeting was over, I returned to the camp with the rest
of my cave, but everything there reminded me of her. I....I had
to leave. I didn't know where to go though, and finally ended up
coming here. Wymez didn't want me to leave at first, argued how
dangerous it would be but I didn't care. I half hoped that the
Mother would take me. I couldn't bear to be reminded of
her." Ranec sank back onto the furs as he finished.
Gandar nodded thoughtfully. "And now she's here."
Burying his head in his hands again, Ranec nodded. "I'm
cursed, aren't I?"
When Jondalar reached the part in their story that brought them
to the Poterians, Ayla wasn't too surprised that he'd left out
how she'd been banished from his people, which prompted their
journey. Oddly enough, no one had asked her about how she'd come
to live with the Mamutoi, she was open when she said they'd
adopted her. Perhaps Ranec had mentioned something before in
passing?
Ayla wrapped more plants around her drying rack as she glanced up
at Ranec once again. He didn't seem happy. She couldn't quite put
her finger on it, but he seemed very different from when he'd
lived with the Mamutoi. His.self confidence was gone. Ayla
thought back to everything that had happened since Ranec's
return. True, he had one of the smallest hearths, though there
were bigger ones empty, but after all, he was a single man.
Perhaps they didn't feel he needed anymore space.
Thunder had been playing nearby with the children, and the loud
protests from them as the cat bounded into the cave with a
favorite play toy caught her attention.
She picked up Tholiza who'd been sleeping beside her and hurried
after him before he destroyed it. The cat had taken his latest
'capture' to the furthermost back of the cave.
Ayla scolded him when she caught up with the cat, and took the
wood and leather doll back. Once the cat had slunk off, she
realized she was right outside Ranec's hearth. Knowing it was
impolite to look, she found herself staring anyway.
Everything was neat, tidy, but something was missing. His
traveling pack was stored against one wall, and his furs were on
the opposite side. She caught sight of a plain Muta in a niche on
the wall, and realized that all of his carvings, his art, was no
where to be found.
He'd always been so proud of his work, it was what made him
unique. Ranec was one of the best, if not the best, carvers of
the Mamutoi. When they'd been at Lion Camp, his hearth was
teaming with projects. Some finished, some in the middle of being
worked on. It didn't seem right to not see anything laying about.
Realizing that she'd been there much longer than she'd planned,
Ayla quickly hurried out of the cave before anyone saw her
infraction.
Sighing, Gandar rolled over to face the cave wall. What they
didn't realized, she thought to herself, was that all of them
were just as lost as the other, and the only way any of them
would 'find their way home' would be to overcome all that had
happened in the past.
Jondalar held his breath as Utnab prepared the last blow to the
heated stone. When the older man held up the spear point, and
examined it in the bright midday sun, his expression turned to
one of satisfaction. He smiled at Jondalar as he handed his
latest creation to him.
Jondalar held if as if it were the most precious thing in the
world. It was truly a work of art. How could he possibly use this
on a spear? What had amazed Jondalar the most, was how they'd
already knew about the firestones, and the spear throwers, and
the thread pullers. Ranec had shared everything with his new
people and Utnab and already made different, better points for
the spear thrower, as well as improved the thread puller. Ayla
had been amazed at the sharp point that cut through leather so
well. It was just as she'd imagined it when she'd first designed
the tool.
At first, Jondalar was wary of staying with their new friends
when he realized that Ranec would also be there. After everything
they'd been through, he wasn't about to lose Ayla to the man with
the laughing eyes. When Ranec chose to keep a distance between
himself and Ayla on his own, Jondalar realized that the threat
wasn't as great as he'd first thought. Apparently Ranec had
learned his lesson. He didn't like the way Ranec would look at
Ayla, and Tholiza, when he thought he wasn't being watched. A
knot formed in the pit of his stomach at the thought of losing
Ayla to Ranec once again. He knew it wasn't logical, but there
would always be some doubt with him so close.
Knowing Ayla really wanted to stay and visit, and knowing that
they didn't have anywhere else to go, Jondalar thought of what
was best for his family and decided to stay as long as they were
welcome. Perhaps they could winter with the Poterians? After all,
the last winter had almost killed Ayla, as well as Tholiza. He
still shuddered at how painful it had been for Ayla to birth her.
When she was born blue and not breathing, he wanted to die
himself. As weak as Ayla was, she'd reached out to take the babe
from him, and after cleaning out the mucus, blew into her mouth
over and over until Tholiza let out a feeble cry. Ayla had smiled
up at him letting him know their child would live, then passed
out from exhaustion.
Shuddering at the memory, Jondalar turned his attention to Ranec.
Could he stand to be so close to the man this winter? The lodge,
though big, wasn't as big as the Lion Camp. He'd be there
constantly. Knowing no simple answer was forthcoming, and also
knowing that they had some time before deciding, Jondalar pushed
the arguments to the back of his mind as he once again
concentrated on what Utnab was doing.
Once outside, Ranec gulped large breaths as he collapsed onto his
hands and knees. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body and he
shook as he tried to wipe the painful memory from his mind. After
some time, he was finally able to sit back on his knees as he
looked up at the moon.
"Oh Mother, what have I done that you torture me so? How far
must I travel to rid myself of wanting for her?" he pleaded.
Standing, Ranec headed to the river. The almost full moon
reflected on the water as he hunkered down and ran a few handfuls
over his head. His body still burned with wanting Ayla, and he
sat against a tree before loosening his summer pants. Closing his
eyes, he was once again back at Lion Camp, sharing his furs with
the only woman he'd ever loved.
He was unaware of his surroundings as the bright lights flashed
in front of him with his release. It wasn't until his breathing
returned to normal that he realized he wasn't the only one at the
river. A twig cracking, and a shuffling caused him to reach for
his spear, only to realized in his haste to rid himself of his
demons, he'd forgot it at the cave. Looking for something he
could use as a weapon, Ranec slowly turned. Hearing a growl, he
froze in his spot.
Slowly, his memory from the night before returned. He remembered
reaching for a large rock to try and defend himself, when
something sank its teeth into the back of his thigh. He screamed
from the pain as he twisted about, hitting it with blow after
blow. The hyena finally let go, only to sink its teeth into
Ranec's side.
He didn't remember how he'd finally stopped the attack, just
grateful that he did. With effort, Ranec managed to roll the dead
creature off him, and held his side as he staggered to his feet.
When he tried to put weight on his left leg, it gave out and he
found himself back on the ground. Knowing he had to get back to
the cave, especially with the smell of blood around, he mustered
his resolve and half crawled, half shuffled at a slow pace.
"Karpin," he looked up from the spear he was shaping,
frowning at her appearance.
"What's the matter Gandar?"
"Have you seen Ranec? He wasn't at his hearth last night, or
this morning. I've looked everywhere but I can't find him. His
spear and day pack are still in the cave!"
Karpin stood and gently touched the old woman's arm. "I
haven't seen him but I'm sure he's all right. He can take care of
himself. After all, he traveled all this way on his own."
Jondalar and Ayla listened to the exchange, forgotten by both.
Ayla felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach, but held her
tongue. Glancing at Jondalar, she didn't see any undo concern. As
a matter of fact, he seemed somewhat relieved....
"Aren't you going to look for him?" Gandar asked with a
low, even voice.
Karpin sighed as if this was a waste of his time. He hadn't
really liked it when Ranec arrived unexpectedly. At first he
tried to reserve judgment, but when he realized that the man had
little to offer, he mostly didn't bother with him.
"If he doesn't come back before nightfall, I'll organize a
search party." Karpin then spied Jondalar who quickly looked
away. "Jondalar, I want to show you this new technique I've
developed for hunting the tree wolves."
Jondalar stood and glancing at Ayla, walked over to him. After a
few moments of quiet talking, both men walked into the cave.
Ayla was fuming! If Gandar thought something was wrong, the least
they could do was look for Ranec! After all, he'd been there for
both her and Jondalar. Neither would be alive if it hadn't been
for him. Gandar finally realized that Ayla was sitting there, and
walked over to her.
"Perhaps I'm just being a foolish old woman." She
sighed as she sat down.
Ayla shook her head no. "You're just looking out for your
family. I would do the same."
Gandar smiled appreciatively. Ayla could still see the pain in
her eyes though. Making up her mind, she slapped her thigh.
"I'll be right back, and then we can go look for Ranec,
ok?"
Gandar nodded, not trusting herself to speak as Ayla picked up
Tholiza and headed into the cave.
Once her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she spied Jondalar and
Karpin at the headman's hearth. Walking purposely towards
Jondalar, she waited to be acknowledged.
Both men stopped talking and looked up at the same time.
"Jondalar, I need to speak with you."
Jondalar blushed slightly at her tone. He knew already what Ayla
wanted to talk about, and wanted to avoid the subject.
"I'm busy right now."
Ayla placed Tholiza in his lap, then put her hands on her hip.
"I'm going to look around the area with Gandar. Despite
everything that's happened, he's our friend. He'd do the same for
us and you know it!" Her anger was flared now, and she
didn't care who heard. Her normal reserve overridden.
Jondalar stood as Karpin tried to blend in with the hearth.
"Ayla, if I thought for an instant that Ranec was in danger,
I'd be one of the first to look for him."
Ayla studied the man she loved, she could tell from his body
language that he was telling the truth and calmed down a bit.
Looking up into his loving eyes she smiled. "I know, I'm
sorry. I just have an uneasy feeling. Would you keep Tholiza with
you? I'm going to look with Gandar, perhaps it will calm her
down."
Jondalar smiled at her as he leaned down to kiss her. "Of
course. Don't go too far."
Ayla kissed Tholiza and nodded to Karpin as she went back to
their hearth. Deciding quickly, she picked up her worn, red otter
skin medicine bag, as well as her sling and spear thrower.
Stepping into the light, she walked up to Gandar and let out a
shrill whistle. Gandar looked startled until Wolf bounded up to
Ayla. "Find Ranec" she signed and spoke at the same
time.
Wolf let out a short bark, then smelled the ground for a moment.
Both women watched as he dashed past a few women washing
vegetables and headed southeast. Ayla wished she could take
Whinney but Gandar had, so far, refused to ride the horses when
they'd offered rides to others.
Gandar started in the direction Wolf had taken with Ayla by her
side.
Sighing, he turned his head from the sun trying to find a more
comfortable position to die in. After all, he knew he couldn't
have that much longer. A few animals had wandered close to him
during the time he'd been awake, he noticed, but none decided he
was worth eating yet. Just as well, he mused, it wouldn't do him
any good to be eaten alive. His mind was starting to wander
somewhat, and he could have sworn he heard voices nearby.
Realizing it was Ayla he heard, he dismissed it as another
illusion. She wasn't there. She was with *Jondalar*. They were
making love and Muta was blessing them with babies.
Babies...Ranec thought of Tholiza and how she could have been the
daughter of his hearth. She was beautiful, just like her mother.
He would have loved to raise her and any other babies Ayla might
have.
The sun was starting to burn his skin, and he'd have done
anything for a drink. Just as he closed his eyes, he felt a
shadow fall across him, mercifully blocking the harsh sun. It was
all he could do to stay awake, and he painfully turned his head
to see the Mother herself leaning over him, haloed by the sun.
Her golden hair danced about her as she touched him. He could
tell she was talking, but couldn't make out any sound. Thankful
she finally decided to take him, he closed his eyes and gave in
gratefully.
The older woman nodded as she moved forward to kneel beside
Ranec. "We'll need to get his clothes off." Ayla
glanced up at the crowd and frowned. Sensing her need, a man
about her age called Taubin started to disperse them. Glancing
over her shoulder, Ayla saw Gandar sitting on the bed platform,
pale. She knew she should make the old woman a calming tea, but
right now her first priority was Ranec.
Jondalar returned with a big basket of water. "Finlatar had
this already heating, she said we could use it." He
explained as he sat it down by the fire at Gandar's hearth. It
was the biggest in the lodge, and use for healing as well as
other things.
Karpin and Utnab had also returned, and Ayla, with Nadkar's help,
started the job of repairing Ranec's side. It wasn't too deep,
but there was one bad spot that had been ripped through most of
the muscle.
When Ayla started to undo and remove Ranec's summer pants, Nadkar
quickly helped.
"Oh Mother!" Nadkar cried, causing Jondalar to look up.
He'd been sitting at his hearth with Tholiza as Ayla worked.
Also, he hadn't wanted to be too far away from her. Hearing the
desperation in Nadkar's voice, he quickly came over.
"What's happened?"
Ayla turned tear filled eyes to him, and fearfully replied,
"I didn't see it. His pants, they weren't even torn!"
Jondalar wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. When he
looked at Ranec's leg, he fought the urge to blanch. "You
couldn't have known." After a moment, he asked, "can
you save it?"
Feeling a renewed strength from her soul mate, Ayla took a deep
breath and turned her attention towards Ranec again. Her
professionalism firmly in place once again. "I don't know.
He's lost much blood and muscle." She spoke almost as an
afterthought as she probed the wound. Nadkar was already boiling
more water and Ayla started cleaning the filth and grime out of
the large gash. Once the dirt was removed, he started bleeding
profusely once again. Knowing time was against them, she started
to quickly repair as much damage as possible. Jondalar glanced
over at Gandar, feeling for the old woman. After all, Ranec was
the only family she had left. Luckily she seemed to be asleep. He
covered her with a fur before going back to his hearth. It was
perhaps a good thing she hadn't been awake.