learn how to make it after we leave,' Zelandoni said.
'Oh, yes. I'd like to help,' the young woman said, then looked at her mother with tenderness in her eyes. 'I think this medicine will make you feel much better, mother.'
Ayla watched the fire sending flickering sparks up into the night as though trying to reach their twinkling brethren far up in the sky above. It was dark; the moon was young and had already set. No clouds obscured the dazzling display of stars that were so thick, they seemed to be strung together on skeins of light.
Jonayla was asleep in her arms. She had finished nursing some time before, but Ayla was comfortable relaxing by the fire holding her. Jondalar was sitting beside her and a little behind, and she leaned into his chest and the arm that had found its way around her. It had been a busy day and she was tired. There were only nine people of the Cave who had not gone to the Summer Meeting, six who were too sick or weak to make the long walk — she and Zelandoni had looked at all six — and three who had stayed behind to care for them. Some of those who couldn't make the journey were nonetheless well enough to help with certain chores like cooking and gathering food. The older man Jondalar had been talking with earlier, who was staying for a while to help, had gone hunting and brought down a deer, so they put together a venison feast for their guests.
In the morning, Zelandoni took Ayla aside and told her that she had arranged for the young Acolyte to show their sacred cave to her. 'It isn't very big, but it is very difficult. You may have to crawl through parts of it, so wear something to climb through caves and cover your knees. When I was young, I went into it once, but I don't think I could do it now. I think the two of you will manage just fine, but it will be slow going. You are both strong young women, so it shouldn't take too long, but because it is difficult, you might want to consider leaving your baby here.' She paused, then added, 'I will watch her if you like.'
Ayla thought she detected a reluctance in Zelandoni's voice. Taking care of babies could be tiring, and the First might have other plans. 'Why don't I ask Jondalar if he will. He likes to spend time with Jonayla.'
The two young women started out together, with the young Acolyte showing the way. 'Should I call you by your full title, a short version of it, or by your name?' Ayla asked after they had walked a short distance. 'Different acolytes seem to have different preferences.'
'What do people call you?'
'I am Ayla. I know I'm the Acolyte of the First, but I still have trouble thinking of myself that way, and 'Ayla' is what everyone calls me. I like it better. My name is the only thing I have left from my real mother, my original people. I don't even know who they were. I don't yet know what I'm going to do when I become a full Zelandoni. I know we're supposed to leave our personal names behind, and I hope when the time comes, I'll be ready to, but I'm not yet.'
'Some Acolytes are happy to change names, some would rather not, but it all seems to work out. I think I'd like you to call me Shevola. It seems more friendly than Acolyte.'
'So please call me Ayla.'
They walked further along a trail through a narrow canyon, dense with woods and brush, between two imposing cliffs, one of which held the stone shelter of the people. Wolf suddenly bounded up. He startled Shevola, who wasn't used to wolves appearing suddenly. Ayla grabbed his head between her hands, roughing up his mane, and laughed.
'So you didn't want to be left behind,' she said, actually glad to see him. She turned toward the Acolyte. 'He always used to follow me everywhere I went, unless I told him not to, until Jonayla was born. Now he's drawn between us when I am in one place and she is in another. He wants to protect both of us, and can't always make up his mind. I thought I'd let him choose this time. I think he must have decided that Jondalar could protect Jonayla well enough and come to find me.'
'Your control over animals is amazing, the way they go where you want and do what you want. You get used to watching you after a while, but it is still hard to believe,' Shevola said. 'Did you always have these animals?'
'No, Whinney was the first, unless you count the rabbit I found when I was a little girl,' Ayla said. 'He must have got away from some predator, but he was hurt, and didn't, or couldn't, run away when I picked him up. Iza was the healer and I took him back to the cave so she could help him. She was more than surprised, and told me that healers were supposed to help people, not animals, but she helped him anyway. Maybe to see if she could. I suppose the idea that people could help animals must have stayed with me when I saw the little foal. I didn't realise at first that the animal that fell into my pit trap was a nursing mare, and I don't know why I killed the hyenas that were after her, except I hate hyenas. But once I did, I felt that Whinney had become my responsibility, that I had to try to raise her. I'm glad I did. She has become my friend.'
Shevola was fascinated by the story Ayla told with such casualness, as though it were an ordinary thing. 'Still, you have control over those animals.'
'I don't know if I would call it that. With Whinney, I was like her mother. I took care of her and fed her and we came to understand each other. If you find an animal when it is very young and raise it like a child, you can teach it how to behave, the same way a mother teaches a child how to behave,' Ayla tried to explain. 'Racer and Grey are her son and daughter, so I was there when they were born.'
'What about the wolf?'
'I set some traps for ermines, and when Deegie — she was my friend — and I went to check them, I discovered that something was stealing them from my snares. When I caught sight of a wolf eating one, it made me angry. I killed her with my sling; then I saw that she was a nursing mother. I didn't expect it. It was out of season for a wolf to have cubs young enough to still be nursing, so I backtracked her trail to her den. She was a lone wolf, didn't have a pack to help her, and something must have happened to her mate, too. That's why she was stealing from my snares. There was only one puppy left alive, so I took him back with me. We were living with the Mamutoi then, and Wolf was raised with the children of the Lion Camp. He never knew what it was like to live with wolves; that's why he thinks people are his pack,' Ayla said.
'All people?' Shevola asked.
'No, not all people, although he has got used to large crowds. Jondalar and I, and now Jonayla, of course — wolves love their young — are his primary pack, but he also counts Marthona and Willamar and Folara among his family, Joharran and Proleva and her children, too. He accepts people I bring to him to sniff, that I introduce to him, as friends, sort of temporary pack members. He ignores everyone else, so long as they offer no harm to those he feels close to, those he considers his pack,' Ayla explained to the avidly interested young woman.
'What if someone did try to harm someone that he felt close to?'
'On the Journey Jondalar and I made to get here, we met a woman who was evil, who took pleasure in hurting people. She tried to kill me, but Wolf killed her first.'
Shevola felt a chill, a rather delicious thrill, like she did when a good Storyteller recounted a scary tale. Although she didn't doubt Ayla — she didn't think the Acolyte of the First would make up something like that — nothing like that had ever happened in her life and it just didn't seem quite real. But there was the wolf, and she knew what wolves could do.
As they continued along the trail between the cliffs, they came to an offshoot toward the right that led up to a split in the stone face, an entrance into the cliff. It was a rather steep climb, and when they reached it they found that a large block of stone partially closed off the way in, but there was an opening on both sides of it. The left side was narrow but passable; the right side was much larger, and it was obvious that people had stayed there before. She saw an old pad on the ground with grass stuffing sticking out where the leather was split on one side. Scattered around it was the familiar debitage of chips and pieces left from someone knapping flint to make tools and implements. Bones that someone had chewed on had been thrown at the wall nearby and fallen to the ground at the foot of it. They went inside and walked a ways into the cave. Wolf followed them. Shevola led them to some stones, then slipped off her backframe and propped it up on one.
'It will soon be too dark to see,' Shevola said, 'It's time to light our torches. We can leave our packs here, but drink some water first.'
She started looking into her pack for fire-making material, but Ayla already had her fire-starting kit out, and a small unwoven basketlike shape made of dried shreds of bark pushed together. She stuffed it with some of the quick burning fireweed fluff that she liked to use for tinder. Then she withdrew a piece of iron pyrite, her firestone, with a groove already worn into it from the many times it had been used, and a fragment of flint that Jondalar had shaped to fit the groove. Ayla struck the firestone with the flint and drew off a spark that landed in the flammable fluff. It sent up a faint curl of smoke. Ayla picked up the bark basket and began to blow on the tiny ember, which caused it to flare up in small licks of flame. She blew again, then set the little basket of fire down on the stone. Shevola had
