The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [415]
Jondalar looked uncomfortable. He had wondered something like that himself.
“The Cave Lion also chose him, and left his mark. I know because The Mog-ur told me the Cave Lion chose me, and put the marks on my leg to show it, just as the Cave Bear chose him, and took his eye…”
Guban sat up, visibly shaken. He slipped out of the formal language, but Ayla understood him.
“Mogor One-Eye! You know Mogor One-Eye?”
“I lived at his hearth. He raised me. He and Iza were siblings, and after her mate died, he took her and her children in. At the Clan Gathering, he was called the Mog-ur, but to those who lived at his hearth, he was Creb.”
“Even at our Clan Gatherings, there is talk of Mogor One-Eye, and his powerful…” He was going to say more, but thought better of it. Men were not supposed to talk about the private esoteric male ceremonies around women. That would explain her skill with the ancient signs, too, if she was taught by Mogor One-Eye. And Guban did recall that the great Mogor One-Eye had a sibling who was a respected medicine woman from an ancient line. Suddenly Guban seemed to relax, and he allowed a fleeting look of pain to cloud his face. He took a deep breath, then looked at Ayla, who was sitting cross-legged, looking down, in the position of a proper Clan woman. He tapped her shoulder.
“Respected medicine woman, this man has a … small problem,” Guban signaled in the ancient silent language of the Clan of the Cave Bear. “This man would ask the medicine woman to look at leg. The leg may be broken.”
Ayla closed her eyes and let out her breath. She had managed to convince him. He would allow her to treat his leg. She signaled to Yorga, telling her to prepare a sleeping place for him. The broken bone had not pierced the skin, and she thought there was a good chance that he would have full use of it again, but for the leg to heal properly, she would have to straighten it, set it back in place, and then she would make a birchbark cast to hold it stiff, so he could not move it.
“It will be painful to straighten it, but I have something that will relax the leg, and make him sleep.” Then she turned to Jondalar. “Will you move our camp here? I know it’s a chore with all those burning stones, but I want to set up the tent for him. They didn’t plan to be gone overnight, and he needs to be out of the cold, especially when I give him something to sleep. We’ll need some firewood, too, I don’t want to use the burning stones, and we’ll need to cut some wood for splints. I’ll get birchbark when he’s asleep, and maybe I can make some crutches for him. He’ll want to move around later.”
Jondalar watched her take charge, and he smiled to himself. He hated the delay, even one more day seemed too much, but he wanted to help, too. Besides, Ayla wouldn’t leave now. He just hoped they wouldn’t be there too long.
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Jondalar took the horses to their first camp, repacked, moved, and unpacked again, then led Whinney and Racer to a clearing where they could search out dried grass. There was some standing hay, but more flat against the ground under old snow. It was a little distance from their new location, but out of sight so the animals would trouble the Clan people less. They seemed to think that the tame animals were another manifestation of the strange behavior of Others, but Ayla noticed that both Guban and Yorga seemed relieved when the unnaturally complaisant horses were out of sight, and she was pleased that Jondalar had thought of it.
As soon as he returned, Ayla got her medicine bag out of a pack basket. For all that he had decided to accept her help as a medicine woman, Guban was relieved to see her old Clan-style otter-skin medicine bag, functional and not decorated. She made a point of keeping Wolf out of the way as well, and strangely, the animal, though usually curious and approachable by people whom Ayla and Jondalar had made friends with, showed no inclination to befriend