said.
Sergenor was intrigued, almost in spite of himself. 'What did you learn from a cave lion?'
'How to face my fears, for one thing,' she said. 'I think you have learned to do the same. Your Wolf totem may have helped you without your knowing it.'
'Perhaps, but how would you know if you have been helped by a totem? Has a Cave Lion spirit really helped you?' Sergenor asked.
'More than once. The four marks that the lion's claw left on my leg, that is a Clan totem mark for a Cave Lion. Usually it is only a man who is given such a strong totem, but they were so clearly Clan marks, the leader accepted me even though I was born to the Others — that's their name for people like us. I was very young when I lost my people. If the Clan hadn't taken me in and raised me, I would not be alive now,' Ayla explained.
'Interesting, but you said 'more than once',' Sergenor reminded her.
'Another time, after I became a woman and the new young leader forced me to leave, I walked for a long time looking for the Others as my Clan mother, Iza, had told me to do before she died. But when I couldn't find them, and I had to find a place to stay before winter came, my totem sent a pride of lions to make me change my direction, which led me to find a valley where I could survive. It was even my cave lion who led me to Jondalar,' Ayla said.
The people who were standing around listening were fascinated with her story. Even Jondalar had never heard her explain her totem in quite that way. One of them spoke out.
'And these people who took you in, the ones you call the Clan, are they really Flatheads?'
'That's your name for them. They call themselves the Clan, the Clan of the Cave Bear, because they all venerate the spirit of the Cave Bear. He is the totem of all of them, the Clan totem,' Ayla said.
'I think it's time to let these travellers know where they can put down their sleeping rolls and get settled so they can share a meal with us,' said a woman who had just arrived. She was a pleasantly round, attractive woman with the glint of intelligence and spirit in her eyes.
Sergenor smiled with warm affection. 'This is my mate, Jayvena of the Seventh Cave of the Zelandonii,' he said to Ayla. 'Jayvena, this is Ayla of the Ninth Cave of the Zelandonii. She has many more names and ties, but I'll let her tell you.'
'But not now,' Jayvena said. 'In the name of the Mother, welcome, Ayla of the Ninth Cave. I'm sure you would rather get settled now rather than recite names and ties.'
As they were starting to leave, Sergenor touched Ayla's arm and looked at her, then said, quietly, 'I sometimes dream of wolves.' She smiled.
As they were leaving, a voluptuous young woman with dark brown hair approached, holding two children in her arms, a dark-haired boy and a blond girl. She smiled at Kimeran, who lightly brushed her cheek with his, then turned to the visitors. 'You met my mate, Beladora, last summer, didn't you?' he said, adding in a voice filled with pride, 'and her son and daughter, the children of my hearth?'
Ayla recalled meeting the woman briefly the summer before, though she hadn't had a chance to get to know her. She knew that Beladora had given birth to her two-born-together at the Summer Meeting around the time of the First Matrimonial, when she and Jondalar were mated. Everyone had been talking about it. That meant the two would soon be able to count one year, she thought.
'Yes, of course,' Jondalar said, bestowing a smile on the woman and her twins, then without really being aware of it, paying closer attention to the attractive young mother, his vivid blue eyes full of appreciation. She smiled back. Kimeran moved closer and put an arm around her waist.
Ayla was adept at reading body language, but she thought anyone could have understood what had just transpired. Jondalar found Beladora attractive, and couldn't help showing it, just as she couldn't help responding to him. Jondalar was unaware of his own charisma, didn't even realise he projected it, but Beladora's mate was very aware of it. Without saying a word, Kimeran had stepped in and made his claim known.
Ayla observed the byplay and was so intrigued, that even though Jondalar was her mate, she didn't feel any jealousy. She did, however, begin to appreciate the comments she had been hearing about him ever since they had arrived. At a deeper level she knew that Jondalar was only appreciating; he had no desire to do more than look. There was another side to him, one that he rarely showed even to her, and then only when they were alone.
Jondalar's emotions had always been too strong, his passions too great. All his life he had struggled to control them and had finally managed only by learning to keep his feelings to himself. It was not easy for him to show the full intensity of his feelings. That was why he never displayed publicly the depth of his love for her, but sometimes when they were alone he couldn't control it. It was so powerful, it sometimes overwhelmed him.
When Ayla turned her head, she noticed Zelandoni Who Was First observing her, and understood that she, too, had been aware of the unspoken interactions and was trying to judge her response. Ayla gave her a knowing smile, then turned her attention to her baby, who was squirming in her carrying blanket, trying to find a way to nurse. She approached the handsome young mother who was standing beside Jayvena.
'Greetings, Beladora. I am glad to see you, especially with your children,' she said. 'Jonayla has soaked her padding. I brought some extra to replace it; would you show me where I can change it?'
The woman with a baby on each hip smiled. 'Come with me,' she said, and the three women started toward the shelter.
Beladora had heard people talk about Ayla's unusual accent, but she hadn't really heard her speak before. She was in labour during the Matrimonial when Jondalar mated his foreign woman, and she'd had little occasion to talk to Ayla later. She was busy with her own concerns, but now she knew what they meant. Though Ayla spoke Zelandonii very well, she just couldn't make some of the sounds exactly right, but Beladora was rather pleased to hear her. She had come from a region far to the south, and though her speech wasn't as unusual as Ayla's, she spoke Zelandonii with her own distinctive accent.
Ayla smiled when she heard her talk. 'I think you were not born a Zelandonii,' she said. 'Just as I was not.'
'My people are known as the Giornadonii. We are neighbours of a Cave of Zelandonii far south of here, where it's much warmer.' Beladora smiled. 'I met Kimeran when he travelled with his sister on her Donier Tour.'
Ayla wondered what a 'Donier Tour' was. Obviously, it had something to do with being a Zelandoni, since 'donier' was another word for One Who Served The Great Mother, but Ayla decided she would ask the First later.
The fire's lambent flames cast a comforting ruddy glow beyond the confines of the oblong hearth that contained it, and painted a warm dancing light on the limestone walls of the abri. The rock ceiling of the overhanging ledge above the fire reflected the glowing hue down on the scene, giving the people a radiant look of well-being. A delicious communal meal that had taken many people a great deal of time and effort to prepare had been consumed, including a huge haunch of megaceros roasted on a sturdy spit stretched across large forked branches over that same extended rectangular firepit. Now the Seventh Cave of the Zelandonii along with many relatives from the Second Cave and their visitors from the Ninth and Third Caves were ready to relax.
Beverages had been offered: several varieties of tea, a fermented fruity wine, and the alcoholic brew called barma made from birch sap, with additions of wild grains, honey or various fruits. They had each taken a cup of their favourite drink, and were milling about, looking for a place to sit near the welcoming hearth. A heightened feeling of anticipation and delight permeated the group. Visitors always brought a bit of excitement, but the foreign woman with her animals and exotic stories promised to be more stimulating than usual.
Ayla and Jondalar were in the midst of a group that included Joharran and Proleva, Sergenor and Jayvena, and Kimeran and Beladora, the leaders of the Ninth, Seventh and Second Caves, and several others, including the young women Levela and Janida, and their mates, Jondecam and Peridal. The leaders were discussing with the people of the Seventh Cave when the visitors should leave Horsehead Rock and go to Elder Hearth, with jocular asides, in a friendly rivalry with the Second Cave about where the visitors should stay the longest.
'Elder Hearth is senior and should be higher ranking and accorded more prestige,' Kimeran said with a teasing grin. 'So we should have them longer.'
'Does that mean because I'm older than you, I should be accorded more prestige?' Sergenor countered with a telling smile. 'I'll remember that.'
Ayla had been listening and smiling with the rest, but she had been wanting to ask a question. At a break in the conversation, she finally said, 'Now that you have brought up the ages of the Caves, there is something I would like to know.' They all turned to look at her.
