The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [203]
“Come now, you’re not leaving yet. Not until tomorrow morning. There’s plenty of time for tears then,” Roshario said, though her own eyes threatened to overflow.
That evening, Ayla emptied both her pack baskets and had everything she wanted to take with her spread out, trying to decide how to pack it all, including the quantities of food they had been given. Jondalar would take some of it, but he didn’t have much room, either. They had discussed the bowl boat several times, trying to decide if its usefulness in crossing rivers was worth the effort it would take to move it across the wooded mountain slopes. They finally decided to take it, but not without misgivings.
“How are you going to fit all that in only two baskets?” Jondalar asked, looking at a pile of mysterious bundles and packages, all carefully wrapped, and worried about taking too much. “Are you sure you need it all? What’s in that package?”
“All my summer clothes,” Ayla said. “That’s the one I’ll leave behind if I have to, but I will need clothes to wear next summer. I’m just glad I don’t have to pack winter clothes any more.”
“Hhmmm!” he grunted, not able to fault her reasoning, but still concerned about the load. He scanned the pile and noticed a package that he knew he had seen before. She’d been carrying it since they left, but he still didn’t know what was in it. “What’s that one?”
“Jondalar, you’re not being much help,” Ayla said. “Why don’t you take these squares of traveling food Carolio gave us and see if you can find room in your pack basket for them?”
“Easy, Racer. Settle down,” Jondalar said, pulling down on the lead rope and holding it in close while he patted the stallion’s cheek and stroked his neck, trying to calm him. “I think he knows we’re ready and he’s eager to go.”
“I’m sure Ayla will be along soon,” Markeno said. “Those two have become very close in the short time you’ve been here. Tholie was crying last night, wishing you would stay. To tell you the truth, I’m sorry to see you go, too. We looked around, and we talked to several people, but we just hadn’t found anyone we wanted to share with, until you came. We do need to make a commitment soon. Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind?”
“You don’t know how hard this decision has been for me, Markeno. Who knows what I’ll find when I get there. My sister will be grown up and probably won’t remember me. I have no idea what my older brother will be doing, or where he’ll be. I just hope my mother is still alive,” Jondalar said, “and Dalanar, the man of my hearth. My close-cousin, the daughter of his second hearth, ought to be a mother by now, but I don’t even know if she has a mate. If she has, I probably won’t know him. I really won’t know anyone any more, and I feel so close to everyone here. But I have to go.”
Markeno nodded. Whinney nickered softly, and they both looked up. Roshario, Ayla, and Tholie, who was holding Shamio, were coming out of his dwelling. The little girl struggled to get down when she saw Wolf.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about Shamio when that wolf is gone,” Markeno said. “She wants him around all the time. She’d sleep with him if I’d let her.”
“Maybe you can find a wolf cub for her,” Carlono said, joining them. He had just come up from the dock.
“I hadn’t thought of that. It wouldn’t be easy, but maybe I could get one cub from a wolf den,” Markeno mused. “At least I could promise her to try. I’m going to have to tell her something.”
“If you do,” Jondalar said, “I’d make sure it’s a young one. Wolf was still nursing when his mother died.”
“How did Ayla feed him without a mother to give him milk?” Carlono asked.
“I wondered that myself,” Jondalar said. “She said a baby can eat whatever its mother eats, but it has to be softer and easier to chew. She cooked up broth, soaked a piece of soft leather in it, and let him suck it, and she cut meat up into tiny pieces for him. He eats anything we