The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [360]
“I’m pleased for her, and wish her much happiness,” Jondalar said, covering up his disappointment. He was hoping that she might have become pregnant after sharing Pleasures with him. Whatever it is, a man’s spirit or the essence of his manhood, Thonolan has proved the strength of his, but what about me? Is my essence or spirit potent enough? Jondalar wondered.
As they entered the cave, Ayla looked around with interest. She had seen many dwellings of the Others: lightweight or portable shelters that were used in summer, and sturdier permanent structures able to withstand the rigors of winter. Some were constructed out of mammoth bones and covered with sod and clay, some out of wood and tucked away under an overhang or on a floating platform, but she had not seen a cave like this since she left the Clan. It had a large mouth that faced southeast, and it was nice and roomy inside. Brun would have liked this cave, she thought.
Once her eyes became accustomed to the dim light and she saw the interior, she was surprised. She had expected to see several fireplaces in various locations, the hearths of each family. There were family fireplaces within the cave, but they were inside or near the openings of structures made of hides fastened to poles. They were similar to tents, but not conical in shape, and open at the top—they needed no protection from the weather inside the cave. As far as she could tell, they were used as panels to screen the interior space from casual sight. Ayla recalled the Clan’s prohibition against looking directly into the living space, as defined by boundary stones, of another man’s hearth. It was a matter of tradition and self-control, but the purpose, she realized, was the same: privacy.
Laduni was leading them toward one of the screened-off dwelling spaces. “Your bad experience didn’t involve a band of rowdies, did it?” he asked.
“No, has there been trouble?” Jondalar asked. “When we met before, you spoke about some young man who had gathered together several followers. They were making sport of the CI … flatheads.” He glanced at Ayla, but he knew Laduni would never understand “Clan.” “They were baiting the men, then taking their Pleasures with the women. Something about high spirits leading to trouble for everyone.”
When Ayla heard “flatheads,” she listened closely, curious to know if there were many Clan people nearby.
“Yes, those are the ones. Charoli and his band,” Laduni said. “It may have started with high spirits, but it has gone much beyond that.”
“I would have thought by now that those young men would have given up that kind of behavior,” Jondalar said.
“It’s Charoli. Individually, I suppose, they are not bad young men, but he encourages them. Losaduna says he wants to show how brave he is, to show he is a man, because he grew up without a man at his hearth.”
“Many women have raised boys alone, who have turned out to be fine men,” Jondalar said. They had become so involved in the conversation that they had stopped walking and were standing in the middle of the cave. People were gathering around.
“Yes, of course. But his mother’s mate disappeared when he was just a baby, and she never took another. Instead she lavished all her attention on him, indulging him long beyond his early years, when he should have been learning a craft and the duties of an adult. Now it’s up to everyone to put a stop to him.”
“What happened?” Jondalar asked.
“A girl of our Cave was near the river setting snares. She had just become a young woman a few moons before, and she hadn’t yet had her Rites of First Pleasures. She was looking forward to the ceremony at the next gathering. Charoli and his band happened to see her alone, and they all took her…”
“All of them? Took her? By force?” Jondalar said, appalled. “A girl, not yet a woman. I can’t believe it!”
“All of them,” Laduni said, with a cold anger that was worse than any heat of the moment. “And we will not put up with it! I don’t know if they got tired of flathead females,