The shelters of stone - Jean M. Auel [159]
“You look all scrubbed and clean, Jondalar,” Ayla said.
“Yes, and am I ever glad that’s over. I want to do my part, but I hate digging in hallowed ground,” Jondalar said, and felt a shudder.
“I know how you feel,” Willamar said.
“If you were digging, why are you so clean?” Ayla asked.
“He was helping to dig the burial pit,” Willamar explained, “and he had to be completely purified after digging in the sacred burial ground and disturbing the spirits. The zelandonia use hot water and lots of soaproot, and foam up several times.”
“That reminds me of the hot pool of the Losadunai. Remember, Jondalar?” Ayla said. She noticed that his expression had changed to a suggestive smile, and she recalled one pleasurable afternoon with him in the natural hot spring. She looked away, trying not to smile back. “Do you remember that cleansing foam they made using rendered fat and ashes?”
“Yes. It really foamed up and made things cleaner than anything I’ve ever seen,” he said. “It even took all taste and smell away.” His smile had grown, and she knew he was teasing her with double meanings. He had said then, when they shared Pleasures, that he couldn’t even taste her. But it was an interesting experience to feel so clean.
“I was thinking,” Ayla said, still avoiding Jondalar’s amorous glances and trying to be serious, “that cleansing foam could be very good for purifying. Some Losadunai women showed me how to make it, but it can be tricky, and doesn’t always work. Maybe I should try to make some to show Zelandoni.”
“I can’t imagine how fat and ashes can make someone clean,” Folara said.
“I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t seen it,” Ayla said, “but when you mix them together in a certain way, something happens and you don’t have fat or ashes anymore, but something else. You have to add water to the ashes, cook it a while, then let it cool before you strain it. It becomes very strong, it can even give you blisters if you are not careful. It is like the part of fire that burns you, but without heat. Then you add melted fat to it, about the same amount of fat as there is liquid, but both the fat and the strained liquid must have the same feeling of heat as the skin at the inside of your wrist. If you’ve done everything right, when you mix it around, it makes a foam that can clean almost anything. You rinse the foam away, and it takes dirt with it. It can even take grease away.”
“Why would someone decide to put fat and ash-water together in the first place?” Folara asked.
“The woman who told me about it said it was an accident the first time she did it,” Ayla explained. “She’d been cooking or rendering some fat over a firepit when it started to rain very hard. She ran to get under cover. When she went back, she thought the fat was ruined. It had overflowed into the firepit that had been full of ashes and had filled up with rain. Then she saw the wooden spoon she’d been using to stir it. It had taken a long time to carve and was a favorite of hers, so she decided to retrieve it. She reached through a slippery foam that she thought was ruined fat to get the spoon, and when she went to clean the foam off, she discovered it not only rinsed away easily, but it left her hand and the spoon clean.”
Ayla didn’t know that the lye leached from wood ashes, when mixed with fat at a certain temperature, caused a chemical reaction that created soap. She didn’t need to know why the process made a cleansing foam, she just knew that it did. It wasn’t the first rime, and it wouldn’t be the last, that a discovery was made by accident.
“I’m sure Zelandoni would be interested,” Marthona said. She had been aware of the byplay between her son and the young woman. Jondalar wasn’t as subtle as he thought, and she was trying to help Ayla keep the discussion in a more serious vein. After all, they would be going to a funeral soon. It was hardly the time to be thinking about Pleasures. “I made a discovery like that once when I was making