The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [321]
“We don’t go to the Summer Meetings with the other S’Armunai anymore,” S’Armuna said.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Attaroa doesn’t want to,” S’Armuna said, speaking in a dull monotone. “Other people had never been especially kind to her; her own Camp barely tolerated her. After she became leader, she didn’t want anything to do with anyone else. Not long after she took over, some of the Camps sent a delegation, inviting us to join them. They had somehow heard that we had many women without mates. Attaroa insulted them and sent them away, and within a few years she had alienated everyone. Now, no one comes, not kin, not friends. They all avoid us.”
“Being tied to a target post is more than an insult,” Jondalar said.
“I told you that she’s getting worse. You aren’t the first. What she did to you, she has done before,” the woman said. “A few years ago, a man came, a visitor, on a Journey. Seeing so many women apparently alone, he became arrogant and condescending. He assumed he would not only be welcome, but in great demand. Attaroa played with him, the way a lion will play with its prey; then she killed him. She enjoyed the game so much that she began detaining all visitors. She liked to make their life miserable, then make them promises, torment them, before getting rid of them. That was her plan for you, Jondalar.”
Ayla shuddered as she added some calming and soothing medicines to her ingredients for S’Armuna’s tea. “You were right when you said she is not human. Mog-ur sometimes told of evil spirits, but I always thought they were legends, stories to frighten children into minding, and to send a shiver through everyone. But Attaroa is no legend. She is evil.”
“Yes, and when no visitors came, she began toying with the men in the Holding,” S’Armuna kept on, as though unable to stop once she had begun to tell what she had seen and heard, but kept inside. “She took the stronger ones first, the leaders or the rebellious ones. There are getting to be fewer and fewer men, and the ones that are left are losing their will to rebel. She keeps them half-starved, exposed to the cold and weather. She puts them in cages or ties them up. They are not even able to clean themselves. Many have died from exposure and the bad conditions. And not many children are being born to replace them. As the men die, the Camp is dying. We were all surprised when Cavoa became pregnant.”
“She must have been going into the Holding to stay with a man,” Ayla said. “Probably the one she fell in love with. I’m sure you know that.”
S’Armuna did know, but she wondered how Ayla knew. “Some women do sneak in to see the men, and sometimes they bring them food. Jondalar probably told you,” she said.
“No, I didn’t tell her,” Jondalar said. “But I don’t understand why the women allow the men to be held.”
“They fear Attaroa. A few of them follow her willingly, but most would rather have their men back. And now she is threatening to cripple their sons.”
“Tell the women the men must be set free, or no more children will be born,” Ayla said, in tones that sent a chill through both Jondalar and S’Armuna. They turned to stare. Jondalar recognized her expression. It was the distanced, somewhat objective way she looked when her mind was occupied with someone who was sick or injured, although in this case, he saw more than her need to help. He also saw in her a cold, hard anger he had not seen before.
But the older woman saw Ayla as something else, and she interpreted her pronouncement as a prophecy, or a judgment.
After Ayla served the tea, they sat in silence together, each deeply affected. Suddenly Ayla felt a strong need to go outside and breathe the clean, crisp, cold air, and she wanted to check on the animals, but as she quietly observed S’Armuna, she didn’t think it was the best time to leave just yet. She knew the older woman had been devastated, and she sensed that she needed something of meaning to cling to.
Jondalar found himself wondering about the men he had left behind in the Holding, and what they were thinking. They no doubt knew he was back but had