The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [204]
“How do you get him to do what you want him to?” Markeno asked.
“Ayla spends a lot of time at it. She shows him and goes over it again and again until he gets it right. It’s surprising how much he can learn, and he’s so eager to please her,” Jondalar said.
“Anyone can see that. Do you think it’s just her? After all, she is shamud,” Carlono said. “Could just anybody make animals do what he wants?”
“I ride on Racer’s back,” Jondalar said, “and I’m not shamud.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Markeno said, then laughed. “Remember, I’ve seen you around women. I think you could make any one of them do whatever you wanted.”
Jondalar flushed. He hadn’t really thought about that for a while.
As Ayla walked toward them, she wondered about his red face, but then Dolando joined them, coming from around the wall.
“I’ll go with you part of the way to show you the trails and the best way over the mountains,” he said.
“Thank you. That will be a help,” Jondalar said.
“I’ll go along, too,” Markeno said.
“I would like to come,” Darvalo said. Ayla looked in his direction and saw that he was wearing the shirt Jondalar had given him.
“So would I,” Rakario said.
Darvalo looked at her with an annoyed frown, expecting to see her staring at Jondalar, but she was looking at him instead, with an adoring smile. Ayla watched his expression change from annoyance, to puzzlement, to understanding, and then to a surprised blush.
Almost everyone had congregated in the middle of the field to say farewell to their visitors, and several others voiced a wish to walk along with them for part of the way.
“I won’t be going,” Roshario said, looking at Jondalar and then Ayla, “but I wish you were staying. I wish you both good Journey.”
“Thank you, Roshario,” he said, giving the woman a hug. “We may need your good wishes before we are through.”
“I need to thank you, Jondalar, for bringing Ayla. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened to me if she hadn’t come.” She reached for Ayla’s hand. The young medicine woman took it, and then the other hand still in the sling, and squeezed both of them, pleased to feel the strength in the grip of both hands in return. Then they hugged.
There were several other goodbyes, but most of the people planned to follow along the trail for at least a short way.
“Are you coming, Tholie?” Markeno asked, falling into step beside Jondalar.
“No.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “I don’t want to go. It won’t be any easier to say goodbye on the trail than it will be right here.” She went up to the tall Zelandonii man. “It’s hard for me to be nice to you right now, Jondalar. I’ve always been so fond of you, and I liked you even more after you brought Ayla here. I wanted so much for you and her to stay, but you won’t do it. Even though I understand why you won’t, it doesn’t make me feel very good.”
“I’m sorry you feel so bad, Tholie,” Jondalar said. “I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”
“There is, but you won’t do it,” she said.
It was so like her to say exactly what she was thinking. It was one of the things he liked about her. You never had to guess what she really meant. “Don’t be angry at me. If I could stay, nothing would please me more than to join with you and Markeno. You don’t know how proud you made me feel when you asked us, or how hard it is for me to leave right now, but something pulls me. To be honest, I’m not even sure what it is, but I have to go, Tholie.” He looked at her with his startling blue eyes fall of genuine sorrow, concern, and caring.
“Jondalar, you shouldn’t say such nice things and look at me like that. It makes me want you to stay even more. Just give me a hug,” Tholie said.
He bent down and put his arms around the young woman, and he felt her shaking with her effort to control her tears. She pulled away and looked at the tall blond woman beside him.
“Oh, Ayla. I don’t want you to go,” she said