The Mammoth Hunters (Earth's Children 3)

“I knew you would, Ayla,” he said warmly, persuasively, “if you just got to know them.”

“Nezzie reminds me of Iza. How do you suppose Rydag’s mother got pregnant with him??

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“Who knows why the Mother gave her a child of mixed spirits? The ways of the Mother are always mysterious.”

Ayla was silent, for a while. “I don’t think the Mother gave her mixed spirits. I think she knew a man of the Others.”

Jondalar frowned. “I know you think men have something to do with starting life, but how could a flathead female know a man?”

“I don’t know how, but women of the Clan don’t travel alone and they stay away from the Others. The men don’t want Others around the women. They think babies are started by a man’s totem spirit, and they don’t want the spirit of a man of the Others to get too close. And the women are afraid of them. There are always new stories at Clan Gatherings of people being bothered or hurt by the Others, particularly women.

“But Rydag’s mother wasn’t afraid of the Others. Nezzie said she followed them for two days, and she came with Talut when he signaled her. Any other Clan woman would have run away from him. She must have known one before, and one who treated her well, or at least did not hurt her, because she wasn’t afraid of Talut. When she needed help, what gave her reason to think she might find it from the Others?”

“Maybe it was just because she saw Nezzie nursing,” Jondalar suggested.

“Maybe. But that doesn’t answer why she was alone. The only reason I can think of is that she was cursed and driven from her clan. Clan women are not often cursed. It is not their nature to bring it on themselves. Perhaps it had something to do with a man of the Others.…”

Ayla paused for a moment, then added thoughtfully, “Rydag’s mother must have wanted her baby very much. It took a lot of courage for her to approach the Others, even if she did know a man before. It was only when she saw the baby and thought he was deformed that she gave up. The Clan doesn’t like mixed children, either.”

“How can you be so sure she knew a man?”

“She came to the Others to have her baby, which means she had no clan to help her and she had some reason to think Nezzie and Talut would. Maybe she met him later, but I’m sure she knew a man who made Pleasures with her … or maybe just relieved his needs. She had a mixed child, Jondalar.”

“Why do you think it’s a man that causes life to start?”

“You can see it, Jondalar, if you think about it. Look at the boy that arrived today, Danug. He looks just like Talut. Only younger. I think Talut started him when he shared Pleasures with Nezzie.”

“Does that mean she will have another child because they shared Pleasures tonight?” Jondalar asked. “Pleasures are shared often. They are a Gift of the Great Earth Mother and it honors Her when they are shared often. But women don’t have children every time they share Her Gift. Ayla, if a man appreciates the Mother’s Gifts, honors Her, then She may choose to take his spirit to mix with the woman he mates. If it is his spirit, the child may resemble him, as Danug resembles Talut, but it is the Mother who decides.”

Ayla frowned in the dark. That was one question she hadn’t resolved. “I don’t know why a woman doesn’t have a child every time. Maybe Pleasures must be shared several times before a baby can start, or perhaps only at certain times. Maybe it is only when a man’s totem spirit is especially powerful and so can defeat a woman’s, or maybe the Mother does choose, but She chooses the man and makes his manhood more powerful. Can you say for sure how She chooses? Do you know how the spirits are mixed? Couldn’t they be mixed inside the woman when they share Pleasures?”

“I’ve never heard of that,” Jondalar said, “but I suppose it could be.” Now he was frowning in the dark. He was silent for so long Ayla thought he had gone to sleep, but then he spoke. “Ayla, if what you think is true, we might be starting a baby inside you every time we share the Mother’s Gift.”

“I think so, yes,” Ayla said, delighted with the idea.

“Then we must stop!” Jondalar said, sitting up suddenly.

“But why? I want to have a baby started by you, Jondalar.” Ayla’s dismay was evident.

Jondalar rolled over and held her. “And I want you to, but not now. It is a long Journey back to my home. It could take a year or more. It could be dangerous for you to travel so far if you are with child.”

“Can’t we just go back to my valley then?” she asked.

Jondalar was afraid if they returned to her valley so that she could have a child in safety, they would never leave.

“Ayla, I don’t think that would be a good idea. You shouldn’t be alone then. I wouldn’t know how to help you, you need women around. A woman can die in childbirth,” he said, his voice constricted with anguish. He had seen it happen not long before.

It was true, Ayla realized. She had come close to death giving birth to her son. Without Iza, she would not have lived. This wasn’t the time to have a baby, not even one of Jondalar’s.

“Yes, you are right,” she said, feeling a crushing disappointment. “It can be difficult.… I … I … would want women around,” she agreed.

He was silent again for a long time. “Ayla,” he said, his voice almost cracked with strain, “maybe … maybe we shouldn’t share the same bed … if … But it honors the Mother to share Her Gift,” he blurted out.

How could she tell him truthfully that they didn’t have to stop sharing Pleasures? Iza had warned her never to tell anyone, particularly a man, about the secret medicine. “I don’t think you should worry about it,” she said. “I don’t know for sure if it is a man that causes children, and if the Great Mother chooses, She can choose any time, can’t She?”

“Yes, and it has worried me. Yet if we avoid Her Gift, it might anger Her. She expects to be honored.”