The shelters of stone - Jean M. Auel [339]
“I think we can refrain from mentioning anything,” Ayla said.
“Now, it’s time for you to start getting ready,” Marthona said.
“But it’s just past noon. It’s a long time until nightfall,” Ayla said. “It won’t take that long to put on the tunic Nezzie made for me.”
“There’s more to it than that. We will all be going to The River so the women who are to be mated can bathe. They are even boiling water to purify it for the ritual. Not to mention, hot water is very nice for washing with. That’s one of the nicest parts of the pre-mating rituals. Jondalar and the men will be doing the same thing, in a different place, of course,” Marthona explained.
“I love hot water,” Ayla said. “The Losadunai have a hot-water spring near their shelter. You can’t imagine how wonderful it feels to bathe in it.”
“Yes, I can. I took a trip north once or twice. Not far from the source of The River, there are pools of hot water in the ground,” Marthona said.
“I think I know the place, or one like it. We stopped there on our way here,” Ayla said. “There is one thing I wanted to ask. I meant to ask earlier, and I don’t know if it’s too late, but I was hoping to get my ears pierced. I have those two matched ambers that were given to me by Tulie, the head-woman of the Lion Camp, and I wanted to wear them, if I can find some way to hang them from my ears. That’s how she said I should wear them.”
“I think that can be arranged,” the woman said. “I’m sure one of the zelandonia will be happy to do it for you.”
“What do you think, Folara, this way? Or this way?” Mejera said as she held a section of Ayla’s hair in her hand and showed the young woman two alternatives. Folara had joined them when they returned to the zelandonia lodge, after their cleansing rituals. Though many lamps had been lit, it was still much darker inside than out in the bright sun, and Ayla wished she were out rather than sitting there while someone did things with her hair.
“I like the first way better,” Folara said.
“Mejera, why don’t you finish telling us where you finally found them,” Marthona said. It was obvious that Ayla was uncomfortable. She was not used to having someone fixing her hair, and the young acolyte seemed quite adept at talking while she was working. Marthona thought it might distract her.
“Well, as I was saying, I asked everyone. No one seemed to know where either one of them was. Finally someone at your camp, I think it was the mate of one of Joharran’s close friends, Solaban or Rushemar, the one who has a baby. She was making a basket…”
“That’s Rushemar’s mate, Salova,” Marthona said.
“She said that one or the other might be with the horses, so I followed the creek upstream and that’s where I found both of them. Lanidar said his mother told him that you would be with the women all day, Ayla, so he decided he should check on the horses, like you asked. And Jondalar said the same thing, more or less. He knew you’d be with the women in seclusion all day and decided to see how the horses were doing. He found Lanidar there and was showing him how to use that spear-thrower thing,” Mejera explained.
“It turned out that I wasn’t the only one who was looking for Jondalar. Joharran came a little later. He looked a little angry, or maybe just irritated. He’d been looking all over for Jondalar, to tell him that he was supposed to go to The River for his ritual purification with the rest of the men. Jondalar told me to tell you that the horses are fine, and that you were right, Wolf may have found a mate or a friend. He saw them together.”
“Thank you, Mejera, it relieves my mind to know that Whinney and Racer are all right. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all your time and effort to find Lanidar and Jondalar,” Ayla said.
She was glad to know that the horses were fine, and pleased that Lanidar had seen to them on his own. She normally would have expected it of