The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [334]
Ayla’s first thought was to offer him the Clan gesture of respect by sitting at his feet and waiting for him to tap her shoulder, but she knew the action would be misunderstood. Instead, she decided to offer him the regard of formal courtesy. She turned to the tall man beside her.
“Jondalar, I cannot properly address this man without an introduction,” she said.
He was quick to understand her sensitivity. He, too, had felt awed by the man. He stepped forward and led Ayla to him. “S’Amodun, most respected of the S’Armunai, may I introduce Ayla, of the Lion Camp of the Mamutoi, Daughter of the Mammoth Hearth, Chosen by the spirit of the Cave Lion, and Protected by the Cave Bear.”
Ayla was surprised that Jondalar had added the last part. No one had ever named the Cave Bear as her protector, but when she considered it, she thought it might be true, at least through Creb. The Cave Bear had chosen him—it was the totem of Mog-ur—and Creb had been in her dreams so much that she was sure he was guiding and protecting her, perhaps with the help of the Great Cave Bear of the Clan.
“S’Amodun of the S’Armunai welcomes the Daughter of the Mammoth Hearth,” the old man said, holding out both of his hands. He was not alone in singling out the Mammoth Hearth as the most impressive of her relationships. Most of the people there understood the importance of the Mammoth Hearth to the Mamutoi; it named her the equivalent of S’Armuna, One Who Served the Mother.
The Mammoth Hearth, of course, thought S’Armuna. It cleared up many questions she’d had. But where was her tattoo? Weren’t those accepted to the Mammoth Hearth marked with a tattoo?
“I am happy you welcome, Most Respected S’Amodun,” Ayla said, speaking in S’Armunai.
The man smiled. “You have learned much of our language, but you just said something twice. My name is Amodun. S’Amodun means ‘Most Respected, Amodun,’ or ‘Greatly Honored,’ or whatever you think of to mean singled out for special notice,” he said. “It is a title imposed by the will of the Camp. I am not sure why I have earned it.”
She knew why. “I thank you, S’Amodun,” Ayla said, looking down and nodding with gratitude. Up close, he reminded her even more of Creb, with his deep, dark, luminous eyes, prominent nose, heavy brows, and generally strong features. She had to consciously overcome her Clan training—women were not supposed to stare directly at men—to look up and talk to him. “I would ask you a question,” she said, speaking in Mamutoi, in which she was more fluent.
“I will answer if I can,” he replied.
She looked at the two boys who stood on either side of him. “The people of this Camp want Epadoa to pay for the evil she has done. These boys, in particular, have suffered great harm at her hands. Tomorrow I will see if I can do anything to help them, but what retribution should Epadoa pay for carrying out the wishes of her leader?”
Involuntarily most people glanced at the body of Attaroa, still sprawled where Wolf had left her; then their eyes were drawn to Epadoa. The woman stood straight and unflinching, ready to accept her punishment. In her heart, she had known that someday she would have to pay.
Jondalar looked at Ayla, a little awed. She had done exactly the right thing, he thought. No matter what she might have said, even with the fearful respect she had gained, the words of a stranger would never be accepted by these people as willingly as the words of S’Amodun.
“I think Epadoa should pay for her evil,” the man said. Many people nodded with satisfaction, particularly Cavoa and her mother. “But in this world, not the next. You were right when you said it was time to break the pattern. There has been too much violence and evil in this Camp for too long. The men have suffered greatly in recent years, but they did harm to the women first. It is time to end it.”
“Then what