The valley of horses_ a novel - Jean M. Auel [94]
The filly was lathered when she returned, and made Ayla laugh when she rolled in the meadow, kicking her legs up in the air and making little noises of pleasure. When she got up, she shook herself and went back to grazing. Ayla kept watching her, thinking how exciting it would be to run like a horse, then fell to practicing her whistle again. The next time she managed a shrill piercing sound, Whinney looked up and cantered to her again. Ayla hugged the young horse, rather pleased that she had come at the whistle, but she couldn’t get the thought of running with the horse out of her mind.
Then an idea struck her.
Such an idea would not have occurred to her if she hadn’t lived with the animal all winter, thinking of her as a friend and companion. And certainly she would not have acted on such a thought if she were still living with the Clan. But Ayla had become more used to following her impulses.
Would she mind? Ayla thought. Would she let me? She led the horse to the log and climbed up on it, then put her arms around the horse’s neck and lifted a leg. Run with me, Whinney. Run and take me with you, she thought, then straddled the horse.
The young mare was unaccustomed to weight on her back, and she flattened her ears back and pranced nervously. But, though the weight was unfamiliar, the woman was not, and Ayla’s arms around her neck had a calming influence. Whinney almost reared to throw the weight off, then tried to run away from it instead. Breaking into a gallop, she raced down the field with Ayla clinging to her back.
But the young horse had already had a good run, and life for her in the cave was more sedentary than was usual. Though she had grazed the standing hay of the valley, she hadn’t had a herd to keep up with or predators to run from. And she was still young. It wasn’t long before she slowed, then stopped, her sides heaving and her head drooping.
The woman slid off the horse’s back. “Whinney, that was wonderful!” Ayla motioned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She lifted the drooping muzzle with both hands and laid her cheek on the animal’s nose; then she tucked the mare’s head under her arm in a gesture of affection which she hadn’t used since the horse was small. It was a special embrace, saved for special occasions.
The ride was a thrill she could hardly contain. The very idea of going along with a horse when it galloped filled Ayla with a sense of wonder. She had never dreamed such a thing was possible. No one had.
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Ayla could hardly keep herself off the horse’s back. Riding the young mare as she galloped at top speed was an inexpressible joy. It thrilled her more than anything she had ever known. Whinney seemed to enjoy it as well, and she quickly became accustomed to carrying the woman on her back. The valley soon became too small to contain the woman and her galloping steed. They often raced across the steppes east of the river, which were easy to reach.
She knew that soon she would have to gather and hunt, process and store the wild food nature provided to prepare for the next cycle of seasons. But during early spring when the earth was still awakening from the long winter, its offerings were lean. A few fresh greens added variety to a dried winter diet, but neither roots nor buds, nor bony shanks, had yet filled out. Ayla took advantage of her enforced leisure to ride the horse as often as she could, most days from early morning to late evening.
At first she just rode, sitting passively, going wherever the horse went. She didn’t think in terms of directing the filly; the signals Whinney had learned to understand were visual—Ayla didn’t attempt to communicate with only words—and she couldn’t see them with the woman sitting on her back. But to the woman, body language had always been as much a part of speaking as specific gestures, and riding allowed close contact.
After an initial period of soreness, Ayla began to notice the play of the horse’s muscles, and after her initial adjustment, Whinney could sense the woman’s tension and relaxation. They had already developed