The shelters of stone - Jean M. Auel [338]
Ayla listened carefully to the rather oblique conversation, especially after Jondalar was mentioned, and detected the mannerisms of voice and body that communicated even more than words. She understood that the Nineteenth’s comment about Denoda was less than complimentary, and sensed that the older Zelandoni had been quite attracted to Dalanar. There was also an implication that Marthona’s son had not shown the same refinement as her former mate—they all knew about his youthful indiscretions, of course. Marthona was aware of the old woman’s feeling toward both of them, and let her know that she knew Dalanar better and wasn’t quite as impressed with him.
The First told them that she also knew both men and suggested that Jondalar was just like Dalanar and had the same attractive qualities, not less. She also paid an implied compliment to Marthona because Dalanar’s spirit and the Mother had chosen her to make the child of his hearth. Ayla was becoming aware that a woman who was chosen to have children by the spirit of the man to whom she was mated was held in higher esteem. Marthona made it clear to the zelandonia, especially to the Zelandoni of the Nineteenth, that while her son might not have all of Dalanar’s fine qualities, he had some that were better. The First not only agreed with her, but said that his better qualities came from his mother. It was obvious that the former leader and the Zelandoni of the Ninth Cave had a close personal relationship and great respect for each other.
There were subtleties within subtleties that added meaning to the sign language of the Clan, including the understanding of facial expressions and postures as well as gestures and even some words, but the language that employed every nuance of voice, tone, and inflection as well as facial expressions, unconscious postures, and ancillary gestures conveyed even more, if one could grasp it. Ayla was very familiar with the unconscious signals of body language and was learning how they were expressed by the Others, but she was also becoming more consciously aware of spoken words and the manner in which they were used.
“Can someone find Lanidar,” Ayla said, “so I can ask him to find Jondalar?”
“No, you can’t ask him, Ayla,” Marthona said. “But I will,” she looked at the zelandonia who were gathered in the lodge that had become the mating women’s lodge, “if someone will go and look for him.”
Of course,” the First said. She looked around to see who was available and signaled Mejera, now an acolyte of the Zelandoni of the Third Cave. She was with them when they had gone to search for Thonolan’s elan in the Deep of Fountain Rocks. She had been with the Fourteenth Cave then, but unhappy there. Ayla recognized her and smiled.
“I have an errand for you,” the First said. “Marthona will explain.”
“Do you know the boy Lanidar of the Nineteenth Cave?” Marthona started. There was no nod of recognition. “He’s the son of Mardena, her mother is Denoda.” Mejera shook her head in negation.
“He can count about twelve years, but he looks younger,” Ayla added, “and his right arm is deformed.”
A smile of affirmation creased Mejera’s face. “Yes, of course. He threw a spear at the demonstration.”
“That’s the one,” Marthona said. “You need to find him, and when you do, tell him to find Jondalar and give him a message from me. Tell Lanidar to tell Jondalar that Ayla is concerned about the horses, and he needs to see to them before the Matrimonial tonight. Do you understand?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I went and told Jondalar?” Mejera said.
“It would be far easier, but you have a role in the Matrimonial this evening, and therefore you cannot give a message to Jondalar until afterward, certainly not from Ayla, even through me. However, if you cannot find Lanidar, I understand it would be acceptable for you to tell anyone else who is not related to him to give him the message. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I’ll do it. Don’t worry about them, Ayla, I’ll make sure he knows,” Mejera said then hurried out.
“I suppose the zelandonia would