Some men tried to drag him away, but he shook them off. In his maddened fury, his strength was almost superhuman. Several more tried to pull him away, but he was wild; they couldn't contain him.
Then, as Jondalar pulled back to pound his fist once more into the bloody mass of raw meat unrecognisable as a face, a massive hand grabbed his wrist. Jondalar struggled as he felt himself being pulled away from the unconscious man who was sprawled out on the ground, close to death. He fought to free himself from the two enormous powerful arms that restrained him, but he couldn't break loose.
As Danug held him off, Zelandoni cried, 'Jondalar! Jondalar! Stop! You'll kill him!'
He vaguely recognised the familiar voice of the woman he once knew as Zolena, and recalled hitting a young man over her; then his mind went blank. While several of the zelandonia rushed in to attend to Laramar, the burly red-haired giant picked Jondalar up in his arms like a baby and carried him away.
Chapter 37
Zelandoni gave Ayla one of the tightly woven reed cups that had been specially made for the festival, nearly full of hot tea made of herbs that would be relaxing. She put another cup on a low table, then sat down on the large stool beside Ayla's stool. They were alone in the large zelandonia dwelling, except for the unconscious man, his face wrapped in soft skins that held healing poultices in place, lying on a nearby bed. Several lamps cast a warm glow of soft light around the injured man, and two more were on a low table that held the tea cups.
'I've never seen him like that,' Ayla said. 'Why did he do it, Zelandoni?'
'Because you were with Laramar.'
'But it was a Mother Festival. I am zelandoni now. I'm supposed to share the Mother's Gift at Festivals that honour the Mother, aren't I?' Ayla said.
'Everyone is supposed to honour the Mother at Her Festivals, and you always have, but never before with anyone except Jondalar,' the large woman said.
'Just because I haven't done it before with anyone else shouldn't make any difference. After all, he's been coupling with Marona,' Ayla said. Zelandoni noticed a touch of defensiveness in her voice.
'Yes, but you weren't available when he did. You know men often share the Mother's Gift of Pleasure with other women when their mates are not within easy reach, don't you?' the One Who Was First asked.
'Yes, of course,' Ayla said, looking down quickly, then taking a sip of her tea.
'Does the thought of Jondalar choosing another woman bother you, Ayla?'
'Well, he never has chosen anyone else. Not as long as I've known him,' Ayla said, looking at the woman with earnest concern. 'How could I know him so little? I can't believe what he did. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been there. First he sneaks around with Marona … and I found out he's been doing it for a long time. Then he … Why Marona?'
'How would you feel if it was someone else?'
Ayla looked down again. 'I don't know.' She looked up at Zelandoni again. 'Why didn't he come to me if he wanted to satisfy his needs? I have never refused him. Never.'
'Maybe that's why. Maybe he knew you were tired, or deeply involved in something you were learning, and he didn't want to impose himself on you, when he knew you would not refuse him,' Zelandoni said. 'And there were some times when you were required to forego certain things for a period of time, Pleasures, food, even water.'
'But why Marona? If it had been another woman, anyone else, I think I would have understood. I might not have liked it, but I would have understood. Why that woman?'
'Perhaps because she offered.' Ayla looked so puzzled, Zelandoni went on to explain. 'Everyone was aware that neither you nor Jondalar ever chose anyone else, Ayla, not even at Mother Festivals. Before he left, Jondalar was always available, especially then. He had such a strong drive, one woman was seldom enough for him. It was like he was never quite satisfied, until he came back with you. Not long after he returned, women stopped trying. If you don't make yourself available, no one offers. Most women don't like being refused. But Marona didn't care. It was so easy for her to have any man she wanted, a refusal just made it a challenge. Jondalar became a special challenge, I think.'
'I can't believe how little I know him.' Ayla shook her head, took another sip of tea. 'Zelandoni, he almost killed Laramar. His face will never be the same. If Danug hadn't been here, I'm not sure Laramar would still be alive. No one else could stop him.'
'It was one of the things I was afraid would happen after we told the people about a man's role in starting new life, though I didn't expect it to happen this way, or quite so soon. I knew problems would come up once we told the men, but I thought we'd have more time to work them out.'
'I don't understand,' Ayla said, frowning again. 'I would have thought men would be happy to know that they were necessary for new life to begin, just as necessary as women, that it was the reason the Mother made them.'
'They may be happy, but once they understand the implications, men may want to be sure that the children of their hearths are more than the children of their mates. They may want to know that the children they provide for came from them.'
'Why should it matter? It never has before. Men have always provided for their mates' children. Most men have been pleased when their mates brought children to their hearths. Why would they suddenly want to provide for only their own?' Ayla said.
'It may turn out to be a thing of pride. They may get possessive of their mates and their children,' the First said.
Ayla took a drink of tea and thought for a while, frowning. 'How would they know for sure? It's the woman who gives birth. The only thing any man can know, without doubt, is that a baby is the child of his mate.'
'The only way a man can be sure is if a woman shares Pleasures with only her mate,' Zelandoni said. 'Like you, Ayla.'
Ayla's frown deepened. 'But, what about Mother Festivals? Most women look forward to them. They want to honour the Mother, to share her Gift of Pleasures with more than one man.'
'Yes, most women do, and men, too. It adds excitement and interest to their lives. Most women also want a mate to help take care of her children.,' Zelandoni said.
'Some women don't have mates. Their mothers, and aunts, and brothers help them, especially with a newborn. Even the Cave helps women take care of their children. Children have always been provided for,' Ayla said.
'That's true, but things can change. There have been a few difficult years in the past, when animals were more scarce and plant food less abundant. When there is not as much, some people don't always want to share. If you only had enough food for one child, which child would you give it to?'
'I would give up my own food, for any child,' Ayla said.
'For a while, yes. Most people would. But for how long? If you don't eat, you would become weak and sick. Then who would take care of your child?'
'Jonda …' Ayla started; then she stopped and put her hand to her mouth.
'Yes.'
'But, Marthona would help, too, and Willamar, even Folara. The whole Ninth Cave would help,' Ayla rushed ahead.
'That's true, Marthona and Willamar would, as long as they were able, but you know Marthona is not well, and Willamar is not getting younger. Folara is going to mate Aldanor in the Late Matrimonial this season. When she has a baby of her own, who will she feed first?'
'It's never that bad, Zelandoni. Sometimes things get a little scarce in the spring, but you can always find something to eat,' Ayla said.
'And I hope that will always be true, but a woman usually feels more secure if she has a mate to help her.'
'Sometimes two women share a hearth and help each other with their children,' Ayla said. She was thinking about Aldanor's people, the S'Armunai, and Attaroa, who tried to get rid of all the men.
'And they may become mates to each other. It is always better to have someone around to help, someone
