showed them some simple Clan talking signs so he could make his needs known and understand their replies. Though it took a while for him to understand what she was trying to do, once he did, he was quick to learn. Later, the Zelandoni told her it was the first time that he had seen the man smile in a long time.
As they were coming out of the structure under the overhanging shelter, Wolf left Ayla's side and started sniffing around a structure in one corner. She heard a cry of fear in a woman's voice. She left the others and immediately went to see what was wrong. She found a woman who had covered her head and shoulders with a soft buckskin blanket, cringing in a corner. It was the burned woman who had been hiding from the visitors. Wolf had dropped down on his belly, whining a little as he tried to edge closer. Ayla dropped down beside him and waited a while, then she began to speak to the frightened woman.
'This is Wolf,' Ayla said. She had named him the Mamutoi word for the animal, so the woman heard only a strange sound. She tried to squeeze farther back into the corner and covered her head completely. 'He won't hurt you.' Ayla put her arm around the wolf. 'I found him when he was a tiny little puppy, but he grew up with the children of the Lion Camp of the Mamutoi.'
The woman became very conscious of Ayla's accent, especially after hearing her word for Wolf, and strange words for the name of the people she had mentioned. Despite herself, she was curious. Ayla could hear that her breathing had calmed down.
'There was a boy who lived with them who had been adopted by the leader's mate,' Ayla continued. 'Some people would call him an abomination, a mixture of Clan, the people some call Flatheads, and those who look like us, but Nezzie was a caring woman. She was nursing her own child and after the Clan woman who gave birth to him died, she fed the newborn infant. She just couldn't let him go to the next world, too, but Rydag was weak, and he couldn't talk the way we do.
'The people of the Clan mostly talk with hand movements. They have words, but not as many as we do, and they can't say many of the words we speak. I lost my family in an earthquake, but I was lucky because a clan found me and a woman of the Clan raised me. I learned to speak the way they do. Their words don't sound like ours, but those are the ones I learned to say when I was growing up. That's why I sound different when I talk, especially some of my words. As hard as I try, I still can't quite make certain sounds.'
Although the light in the corner was quite dim, Ayla noticed that the cover had fallen away from the woman's head and she was obviously listening intently to Ayla's story. Wolf was still whining softly and straining to inch forward to reach her.
'When I brought Wolf back to the lodge of the Lion Camp, he developed a special closeness to that boy who was weak. I don't know why, but Wolf also loves babies and small children. They can poke at him, and pull his hair, and he never complains. It's as if he knows they don't mean to, and he just feels very protective toward them. You may think it's a strange way for a wolf to act, but that's how they behave toward their own puppies. The whole pack is protective toward the young ones and Wolf felt especially protective of that weak boy.'
Ayla bent closer to the woman as Wolf crept closer. 'I think he feels that way about you. I think he knows that you were hurt, and he wants to protect you. See, he's trying to reach you, but he's being very careful about it. Have you ever touched a living wolf before? Their fur is soft in some places and coarse in others. If you give me your hand, I'll show you.'
Without warning, Ayla reached for the woman's hand and before she could pull it away, put it on the top of Wolf's head, as the animal laid his head down on her leg. 'He's warm, isn't he? And he likes it when you rub behind his ears.'
Ayla felt her start to rub Wolf's head, then took her hand away. She had felt the scarring, and the stiffness where the skin had pulled tight as it healed, but she seemed to have the use of her hand. 'How did it happen? Your burns?' Ayla asked.
'I filled a cooking basket with hot stones, and added a few more until it was boiling, then I tried to move it over. It split open and the hot water splashed all over me,' she said. 'It was so stupid! I knew that basket was wearing out. I should have stopped using it, but I was just going to make some tea, and it was nearby.'
Ayla nodded. 'Sometimes we don't stop to think. Do you have a mate? Or children?'
'Yes, I have a mate, and children, a boy and girl. I told him to take them to the Summer Meeting. No reason for them to pay the price for my stupidity. It was my fault that I can't go anymore.'
'Why can't you go anymore? You can walk, can't you? You didn't burn your legs or feet.'
'I don't want people looking at me with pity for my scarred face and hands,' the woman said angrily, as tears came to her eyes. She moved her hand away from Wolf's head and put the blanket back over her head.
'Yes, some people will look at you with pity, but we all have accidents, and some people are born with worse problems. I don't think you can let it stop you from living. Your face is not that bad, and with time the scars will fade and won't show as much. The scars on your hands and probably your arms are worse, but you can use your hands, can't you?'
'Some. Not the way I used to.'
'They will get better, too.'
'How do you know so much? Who are you?' the woman said.
'I am Ayla of the Ninth Cave of the Zelandonii,' Ayla said, holding out her hands in formal greeting as she began reciting her names and ties, 'Acolyte of the One Who Is First Among Those Who Serve The Great Earth Mother …' She went through all her usual names and ties because it gave her something to say. She ended with 'Friend of the horses, Whinney, Racer, and Grey, and the four-legged hunter, Wolf — his name just means 'wolf' in the Mamutoi language. I greet you in the name of Doni, Mother of All.'
'You are the Acolyte of the First? Her First Acolyte?' the woman said, forgetting her manners for the moment.
'Her only Acolyte, although her former Acolyte is with us, too. He is Zelandoni of the Nineteenth Cave now,' Ayla said. 'We have come to see your sacred site.'
The woman suddenly realised that she was going to have to extend her hands and take hold of the hands of this young woman to formally introduce herself to the Acolyte of the First, who had obviously travelled far and seemed so accomplished. This was one of the main reasons she hadn't wanted to go to the Summer Meeting. She would have had to show not only her face, but her burned hands to everyone she met. She bowed her head and thought about hiding them under the cover and saying she was unable to greet her properly, but the Acolyte had already touched her hand and knew that wasn't true. Finally, she took a deep breath, then pushed the blanket away and held out her badly burned hands.
'I am Dulana of the Fourth Cave of the South Land Zelandonii,' she said, beginning to recite her names and ties.
Ayla, holding both of her hands, concentrated on them. They were stiff and the skin was stretched, bumpy and irregular, and probably still a little painful, she thought.
'… in the name of Doni, I welcome you, Ayla of the Ninth Cave of the Zelandonii.'
'Are your hands still giving you some pain, Dulana?' Ayla asked. 'Some willow-bark tea would probably help if they are. I have some with me if you need it.'
'I can get some from our Zelandoni, but I didn't know if I should keep on taking it,' Dulana said.
'If you are still feeling pain, then do it. It keeps the heat and redness away, too. And I was just thinking that maybe you, or someone you know, could make some fine soft skins, maybe rabbit skins and put together some mittens for you, except with fingers. Then when you meet people, they probably wouldn't notice that your hands are a little rough. And do you have some nice clean white tallow? I can make a hand softening cream for you. Maybe add some beeswax, and rose petals to make it smell nice. I have some of both with me. You could rub it on during the day, and wear it under your finger-mittens, too. You can put it on your face to soften those burn scars and help them fade away,' Ayla said, thinking as she was talking of what could be done to help the woman.
Suddenly Dulana started crying.
'What's wrong, Dulana?' Ayla said. 'Did I say something to upset you?'
'No. It's just the first time anyone has said anything to me that gave me hope,' Dulana sobbed. 'I was feeling that my life was ruined, that everything had changed so much, nothing would ever be the same, but you make the burns and the scars seem like nothing, like no one will even notice, and you tell me all these things that can help. Our Zelandoni tries, but he's so young, and healing isn't his best talent.' The young woman paused and looked directly at Ayla. 'I think I know why the First chose you for her Acolyte, even if you weren't born to the Zelandonii. She is the First, and you are First Acolyte. Should I call you that?'
