fledged Zelandoni. He'd be better off without her. Maybe she should let him go, let him find another mate.
But, how could she not be mated to Jondalar? How could she live without Jondalar? The thought brought on a freshet of new tears, which caused Zelandoni to wonder. It had seemed that Ayla had almost cried herself out. How could she live without Jondalar, Ayla thought. But how could Jondalar live with her now? She wasn't worthy of him. She had nearly driven him to kill, just because he needed to satisfy his needs. Needs she obviously wasn't satisfying. Even women of the Clan would do that, anytime her mate wanted. Jondalar deserves a better woman.
But what about Jonayla? She's his daughter, too, and he loves her so much. He's raised her more than I have. Jonayla deserves better than me for a mother. If I break the bond, he can mate again. He's still the most beautiful … no, the most handsome man of all the Caves. Everyone thinks so. He would have no trouble finding another woman, even a younger one. I am old already; a younger woman could have more children with him. He can even choose … Marona … if he wants to. It hurt her just to think it, but she felt a need to punish herself, and she could think of no worse pain to inflict on herself.
That's what I'll do. I'll break the bond and give Jonayla to Jondalar, and let him find another woman to have a family with. When I get back to the Ninth Cave, I won't move back into my home, I'll move in with Zelandoni, or I'll have another place built, or move away and be Zelandoni to another Cave … if any other Cave would have me. Maybe I should just go away, find another valley and live by myself.
Zelandoni watched the play of emotions across Ayla's face, but she couldn't quite decipher them. There always was something unfathomable about the woman, Zelandoni thought. But there is no doubt. Someday she will be First. Zelandoni had never forgotten that day in Marthona's dwelling when Ayla, young and untrained, had nevertheless overpowered the forceful mind of the First. It had shaken her more than she cared to admit.
'If you are feeling better, we should go, Ayla … Zelandoni of the Ninth Cave. We don't want to be late to the meeting. People will have a lot of questions, especially after what happened between Jondalar and Laramar,' the One Who Was First Among Those That Served The Great Earth Mother said.
'Come on, Jondalar. We need to get to the meeting. There are some questions I want to ask,' Joharran said.
'You go on. I'll come later,' Jondalar said, hardly looking up from the bedroll he was sitting on.
'No, I'm afraid not, Jondalar. I was specifically told to make sure you came with me,' Joharran said.
'Told by whom?'
'Zelandoni and Marthona. Who do you think?'
'What if I don't want to go to this meeting?' Jondalar said, testing his prerogatives. He felt so miserable, he didn't want to move.
'Then I guess I'll have to ask this mighty Mamutoi friend of yours to carry you out there, the way he carried you here,' Jondalar's brother said, grimly smiling at Danug. They were in the shelter that Danug, Druwez, Aldanor, and some other men used. Since only men used it, it was called a fa'lodge although it wasn't with the other fa'lodges on the outskirts of the camp, or very far from the Ninth Cave's regular family dwellings. 'You've hardly moved since. Whether you want to or not, Jondalar, you are going to have to face people. This is an open meeting. No one is going to discuss your situation. That will come later, after we see how well Laramar recovers.'
'He should clean up a little,' Solaban said. 'He still has bloodstains on his clothes.'
'I think you're right,' Joharran said, then looked at Jondalar. 'Are you going to do it yourself, or is somebody going to have to dunk you?'
'I don't care. If you want to dunk me, go ahead,' Jondalar said.
'Jondalar, get a clean tunic and come to the river with me,' Danug said, speaking Mamutoi. It was a way to let Jondalar know he had someone he could talk to in private, if he didn't want anyone else to know what he was saying, besides he enjoyed the ease of speaking his own language rather than always struggling with Zelandonii.
'Fine,' Jondalar said, sighing deeply, then hauling himself up. 'It doesn't matter anyway.' He really didn't care what happened to him. Jondalar was convinced that he had lost everything that mattered: his family, including Jonayla, the respect of his friends, and his people, but most of all, Ayla's love, and that he deserved to lose it.
Danug watched Jondalar plodding alongside him toward the river, oblivious to everything around him. The young Mamutoi had seen the same kind of problems between the two people he had come so far to see before, people he cared a great deal about and who, he knew, loved each other more than any two people he had ever met. He wished there was some way he could make them see what he and everyone around them knew, but just telling them wouldn't help. They would have to come to the realisation on their own, and now it wasn't just them. Jondalar had seriously injured someone, and while Danug was not familiar with the details of Zelandonii customs, he knew there would be consequences.
Zelandoni moved the drape, pushed the screen aside, and peeked out of the concealed private access at the rear of the large zelandonia dwelling, directly opposite from the regular entrance. She scanned the assembly area that came down from the hillside behind and opened out onto the camp. People had been gathering all morning and it was nearly full.
She had been right about questions. The meaning of the ceremony and the new verse to the Mother's Song were beginning to be understood, but people were unsure. It was unsettling to think about what changes might happen, especially after Jondalar's behaviour. Zelandoni looked again to make sure that certain people had arrived, and then waited a little longer to give the last stragglers a chance to get settled. Finally she gave a signal to a young Zelandoni, who conveyed the 'she's ready' sign to the others, and when everything was prepared, Zelandoni stepped outside.
Zelandoni Who Was First was a woman who exhibited great presence, and her magnificent size, both in height and mass, contributed to her bearing. She also commanded a large repertoire of techniques and tactics to keep gatherings focused on points she wanted to emphasise, and she would be using all her skills, both intuitive and learned, to project confidence and certainty to the large number of people who were watching her with such intensity.
Knowing how people had a tendency to speak out, she announced that since there were so many people, it would help keep things more orderly if questions were asked by the leaders of the Caves, or by only one member of each family. But if someone felt a strong need to say something, it should be brought up.
Joharran asked the first question, but it was a point everyone wanted clarified. 'That new verse, I want to be sure I understand, does it mean that Jaradal and Sethona are my children, not just Proleva's?'
'Yes, that is right,' Zelandoni who was First said. 'Jaradal is your son, and Sethona is your daughter, Joharran, as much as they are Proleva's son and daughter.'
'And it is the Gift of Pleasure from the Great Earth Mother that makes life begin inside a woman?' asked Brameval, the leader of the Fourteenth Cave.
'Doni's Gift to us is not only for Pleasure. It is also the Gift of Life.'
'But Pleasures are shared often. Women don't get pregnant that often,' said another voice, unable to wait.
'The Great Earth Mother still makes the final choice. Doni has not given up all Her Knowledge, nor all Her Prerogatives. She still decides when a woman will be blessed with new life,' the First said.
'Then what's the difference between using a man's spirit or the essence of his organ to start a baby?' Brameval asked.
'It's very clear. If a woman never shares Pleasure with a man, she will never have a child. She cannot just hope that someday the Mother will choose the spirit of some man and give her one. A woman must honour the Mother by sharing Her Gift of Pleasures. The man must release his essence inside her, so that it can mix with the essence of a woman that is waiting for it,' the Great Woman said.
'Some women never get pregnant,' said Tormaden, the Leader of the Nineteenth Cave.
'Yes, that's true. I have never had a child. Though I have honoured the Mother often, I have never become pregnant. I don't know why,' the First said. 'Perhaps because the Mother chose me for a different purpose. I know it would have been very difficult for me to Serve The Mother as I have, if I had a mate and children. That is not to say that zelandonia should not have children. Some zelandonia do and still Serve Her well, though it may be easier for a Zelandoni who is a man to be mated and have children at his hearth, than for a woman. A man does not have to bear a child, or give birth, or nurse. Some women are able to do both, especially if their calling is strong, but they must have mates and families who are very caring and willing to help.'
