The Plains of Passage - Jean M. Auel [427]
“We’ll be using traveling food. I won’t be cooking, and I decided to use the big skin pot attached to the frame that we got from Solandia to melt the ice for water, and put it directly over the fire. It’s faster that way, and we don’t have to boil the water. Just melt it,” Ayla said.
“Be sure to keep a spear with you.”
“Why? There are no animals on the ice, are there?”
“No, but you can use it to prod ahead of you to make sure the ice is solid. What about this mammoth hide?” Jondalar asked. “We’ve carried this with us ever since we started out, but do we need it? It’s heavy.”
“It’s a good hide, nice and pliable now, and a good waterproof cover for the bowl boat. You said it snows on the ice.” She really hated to throw it away.
“But we can use the tent as a cover.”
“That’s true … but,” Ayla said, pursing her lips, considering … Then she noticed something else. “Where did you get those torches?”
“From Laduni. We’ll be up before sunrise and will need light to pack. I want to reach the top of the plateau before the sun is very high, while everything is still frozen solid,” Jondalar said. “Even when it’s this cold, the sun can melt the ice a little and it will be difficult enough to reach the top.”
They went to bed early, but Ayla couldn’t fall asleep. She was nervous and excited. This was the glacier that Jondalar had talked about from the beginning.
“Wha … What’s wrong?” Ayla said, startled wide awake.
“Nothing’s wrong. It’s time to get up,” Jondalar said, holding up the torch. He pushed the handle into the gravel to support it, then handed her a cup of steaming tea. “I started a fire. Here’s some tea.”
She smiled, and he looked pleased. She had made his morning tea nearly every single day of their Journey, and he was delighted that he’d gotten up first, for once, and made tea for her. Actually, he’d never gone to sleep. He hadn’t been able to. He’d been too nervous, too excited, and too worried.
Wolf watched his humans, his eyes reflecting the light. Sensing something unusual, he capered and pranced back and forth. The horses were frisky, too, full of snorting, nickering, and vibrato blowing with clouds of steam. Using the burning stones, Ayla melted ice for water and fed them grain. She gave Wolf a cake of Losadunai traveling food along with one for her and Jondalar. By the light of the torch, they packed the tent, the sleeping furs, and a few implements. They left a few odds and ends behind, an empty container of grain, a few stone tools, but at the last moment Ayla threw the mammoth hide over the brown coal in the bowl boat.
Jondalar picked up the torch to light the way. Taking Racer’s lead rope, he started out, but the firelight was distracting. He could see a small lighted circle in the immediate vicinity, but not much beyond, even when he held it up high. The moon was nearly full, and he began to feel he could find their way better without the fire. The man finally threw it down and walked ahead in the dark. Ayla followed, and in a few moments their eyes adjusted. Behind them the torch still burned on the graveled ground as they moved away.
In the light of a moon that lacked only a sliver from being full, the monstrous bastion of ice glowed with an eerie, evanescent light. The black sky was hazy with stars, the air brittle and crackling with cold; an amorphous ether charged with a life of its own.
As cold as it was, the freezing air had a deeper intensity as they neared the great wall of ice, but Ayla’s shiver was caused by the thrill of awe and anticipation. Jondalar watched her glowing eyes, her slightly open mouth as she took deeper, faster breaths. He was always aroused by her excitement, and he felt a stirring in his loins. But he shook his head. There was no time now. The glacier was waiting.
Jondalar took a long rope out of his pack. “We need to tie ourselves together,” he said.
“The horses, too?”
“No. We might be able to support each other, but if the horses slip, they’ll take us with them.” As