The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [127]
She looked at him. There was some relief in his expression, and curiosity, as she continued. “It’s not just you. I wasn’t raised with … my kind of people, and I’m used to seeing meaning in the signs people make. It’s helped me to learn about people I meet, though it was very confusing at first because people who talk with words often say one thing, but their unspoken signs mean something else. When I finally learned that, I began to understand more than the words people said. That’s why Crozie wouldn’t wager with me any more when we played the Knucklebone games. I always knew which of her hands she was holding the marked bone in by the way she held them.”
“I wondered about that. She was considered very good at the game.”
“She was.”
“But how did you know … how could you know I was thinking about Zolena? She’s Zelandoni now. That’s usually how I think of her, not the name she had when she was young.”
“I was watching you, and your eyes were saying that you loved me, and that you were happy with me, and I was feeling wonderful. But when you talked about wanting to learn certain things, for a moment, you didn’t see me. It was like you were looking far away. You told me about Zolena before, about the woman who taught you … your gift … the way you can make a woman feel. We had just been talking about that, too, so I knew that’s who you must have been thinking about.”
“Ayla, that’s remarkable!” he said with a big, relieved grin. “Remind me never to try to keep a secret from you. Maybe you can’t take thoughts from someone’s head, but you can certainly do the next thing to it.”
“There is something else you should know, though,” she said.
Jondalar’s frown returned. “What?”
“Sometimes I think I may have … some kind of Gift. Something happened to me when I was at the Clan Gathering, the time I went with Bran’s clan, when Durc was a baby. I did something I wasn’t supposed to. I didn’t mean to, but I drank the liquid I made for the mog-urs, and then happened to find them in the cave. I wasn’t looking for them. I don’t even know how I got in that cave. They were…” She got a chill and couldn’t finish. “Something happened to me. I got lost in the darkness. Not in the cave, the darkness inside. I thought I was going to die, but Creb helped me. He put his thoughts inside my head…”
“He what?”
“I don’t know how else to explain it. He put his thoughts inside my head, and ever since then … sometimes … it’s like he changed something in me. Sometimes I think I might have some kind of … Gift. Things happen that I don’t understand, and can’t explain. I think Mamut knew.”
Jondalar was quiet for a while. “So he was right to adopt you to the Mammoth Hearth, then, for more than just your healing skills.”
She nodded. “Maybe. I think so.”
“But you didn’t know my thoughts just now?”
“No. The Gift is not like that, exactly. It’s more like going with Mamut when he Searched. Or, like going to deep places, and far places.”
“Spirit worlds?”
“I don’t know.”
Jondalar looked into the air over her head, considering the implications. Then he shook his head, looked at her with a grim smile. “I think it must be the Mother’s joke on me,” he said. “The first woman I loved was called to Serve Her, and I didn’t think I’d ever love again. And now when I have found a woman to love, she turns out to be destined to Serve Her. Will I lose you, too?”
“Why should you lose me? I don’t know if I’m destined to Serve Her. I don’t want to Serve anyone. I just want to be with you, and share your hearth, and have your babies,” Ayla objected vociferously.
“Have my babies?” Jondalar said, surprised at her choice of words. “How can you have my babies? I won’t have babies, men don’t have children. The Great Mother gives children to women. She may use a man’s spirit to create them, but they’re not his. Except to provide for, when his mate has them. Then they are the children of his hearth.”
Ayla had talked about it before, about men starting the new life growing inside