The valley of horses_ a novel - Jean M. Auel [294]
He poured the tea and brought her a cup. She took a sip, and then a bigger drink. “Who made this?” she asked.
“I did. I wanted to surprise you with hot tea, but it’s not so hot anymore.”
“You made it? For me?”
“Yes, for you. Ayla, I have never said this to a woman before. I love you.”
“Love?” she asked. She wanted to be sure he meant what she hardly dared hope he might mean. “What does ‘love’ mean?”
“What does …! Jondalar! You pompous fool!” He stood up. “You, the great Jondalar, the one every woman wants. You believed it yourself. So careful to withhold the one word you thought they all wanted to hear. And proud that you’ve never said it to a woman. You finally fall in love—and you couldn’t even admit it to yourself. Doni had to tell you in a dream! Jondalar is finally going to say it, going to admit he loves a woman. You almost expected her to faint with surprise, and she doesn’t even know the meaning of the word!”
Ayla watched him with consternation, pacing back and forth, ranting to himself about love. She had to learn that word.
“Jondalar, what does ‘love’ mean?” She was serious, and she sounded a trifle annoyed.
He knelt down in front of her. “It’s a word I should have explained long ago. Love is the feeling you have for someone you care for. It is what a mother feels for her children, or a man for his brother. Between a man and a woman, it means they care for each other so much that they want to share their lives together, not ever be apart.”
She closed her eyes and felt her mouth tremble as she heard his words. Did she hear him right? Did she really understand?
“Jondalar,” she said, “I did not know that word, but I know the meaning of the word. I have known the meaning of that word since you came, and the longer you were here, the more I knew it. So many times I have wished for the word to say that meaning.” She closed her eyes, but the tears of relief and joy would not stay back. “Jondalar, I … love, too.”
He stood up, bringing her with him, and kissed her tenderly, holding her like some newfound treasure that he didn’t want to break or lose. She put her arms around his chest and held him as though he were a dream that might fade if she let go. He kissed her mouth, and her face salty with tears, and, when she laid her head against him, he buried his face in her tangled golden hair to dry his own eyes.
He could not speak. He could only hold her and marvel at his incredible luck in finding her. He’d had to travel to the far ends of the earth to find a woman he could love, and nothing was going to make him let her go now.
• • •
“Why not just stay here? This valley has so much. With two of us, it will be so much easier. We have the spear throwers, and Whinney is a help. Racer will be, too,” Ayla said.
They were walking through the field for no purpose other than to talk. They had picked all the seeds she wanted to pick; hunted and dried enough meat to last through the winter; gathered and stored the ripening fruits, and roots, and other plants for food and medicine; and collected a variety of materials for winter projects. Ayla wanted to try decorating clothing, and Jondalar thought he’d carve some gaming pieces and teach Ayla how to play. But the true joy for Ayla was that Jondalar loved her—she would not be alone.
“It is a beautiful valley,” Jondalar said. Why not stay here with her? Thonolan was willing to stay with Jetamio, he thought. But it wasn’t just the two of them. How long could he stand it with no one else? Ayla had lived alone, for three years. They wouldn’t have to be alone. Look at Dalanar. He started a new Cave, but in the beginning he had only Jerika, and her mother’s mate, Hochaman. More people joined them later, and children were born. They are already planning a Second Cave of the Lanzadonii. Why can’t you found a new Cave, like Dalanar? Maybe you can, Jondalar, but whatever you do, it won’t be without Ayla.
“You need to know other people, Ayla, and I want to take you home with me.