Part 39 (2/2)
”The Mother's great joy. A bright s.h.i.+ning boy.””Mountains rose up spouting flames from their crests, She nurtured Her son from her mountainous b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
He suckled so hard, the sparks flew so high, The Mother's hot milk laid a path through the sky.”
”His life had begun. She nourished Her son.”
This was one of the parts she especially loved. It reminded her of her own experience, especially the part about it being all worth it because of her great joy, her wonderful boy.
”He stole from Her side as the Great Mother slept, While out of the dark swirling void chaos crept.
With tempting inducements the darkness beguiled.
Deceived by the whirlwind, chaos captured Her child.”
”The dark took Her son. The young brilliant one.”
Just as Broud had taken her son. Zelandoni told the story so well, Ayla found herself feeling anxious for both the Mother and Her son. She was leaning forward, not wanting to miss a word.
”And Her luminous friend was prepared to contest, the thief who held captive the child of Her breast.
Together they fought for the son She adored.
Their efforts succeeded, his light was restored.”
”His energy burned. His brilliance returned.”
Ayla let out a deep breath and looked around. She wasn't alone in being caught up in the story. Everyone's rapt attention was focused on the large woman.
”The Great Mother lived with the pain in Her heart, That She and Her son were forever apart.
She ached for the child that had been denied, So She quickened once more from the life-force inside.”
”She was not reconciled. To the loss of Her child.”
Tears were running down Ayla's face, and she felt a sudden clenching ache for her own son that she had been forced to leave behind with the Clan, and a deep empathie sorrow for the Mother.
”When She was ready Her waters of birth, Brought back the green life to the cold barren Earth.
And the tears of Her loss, abundantly spilled, Made dew drops that sparkled and rainbows that thrilled.”
”Birth waters brought green. But Her tears could be seen.”
Ayla was sure she would never again be able to think, of morning dew or rainbows the way she had before. From this time on, they would always remind her of the Mother's tears.
”With a thunderous roar Her stones split asunder, And from the great cave that opened deep under,She birthed once again from Her cavernous room, And brought forth the Children of Earth from Her womb.”
”From the Mother forlorn, more children were born.”
The next part was not so sad, but it was interesting. It explained how things were now, and why.
”They all were Her children, they filled Her with pride, But they used up the life-force She carried inside.
She had enough left for a last innovation, A child who'd remember Who made the creation.”
”A child who'd respect. And learn to protect.””First Woman was born full-grown and alive, And given the Gifts she would need to survive.
Life was the First Gift, and like Mother Earth, She woke to herself knowing life had great worth.”
”First Woman defined. The first of her kind.”
Ayla looked up and noticed Zelandoni watching her. She glanced at the other people around her and when she looked back, Zelandoni's gaze had s.h.i.+fted.
”The Mother remembered Her own loneliness, The love of Her friend and his hovering caress.
With the last spark remaining, Her labor began, To share life with Woman, She created First Man.”
”Again She was giving. One more was living.””To Woman and Man the Mother gave birth, And then for their home, She gave them the Earth, The water, the land, and all Her creation, To use them with care was their obligation.”
”It was their home to use. But not to abuse.””For the Children of Earth the Mother provided, The Gifts to survive, and then She decided, To give them a Gift of Pleasure and sharing,That honors the Mother with the joy of their pairing.”
”The Gifts are well-earned. When honor's returned.””The Mother was pleased with the pair She created, She taught them to love and to care when they mated.
She made them desire to join with each other, the Gift of their Pleasures came from the Mother.”
”Before She was through. Her children loved too.
Earth's Children were blessed. The Mother could rest.”
Ayla felt a little confused about the two lines at the end. It broke the established pattern, and she wondered if something was wrong or missing. When she looked at Zelandoni, the woman was staring at her, which made her uncomfortable. She looked down, but when she glanced back up, Zelandoni was still watching her.
After the meeting broke up, Zelandoni fell into stride beside Ayla. ”I have to go to the camp of the Ninth Cave, do you mind if I walk with you?” she said.
”No, of course not,” Ayla said.
They walked in companionable silence at first. Ayla was still feeling overwhelmed by the legend, and Zelandoni was waiting to see what she would say.
”That was beautiful, Zelandoni,” Ayla finally said. ”When I lived at the Lion Camp, sometimes everyone would make music and sing, or dance, together, and some of them had beautiful voices, but none as beautiful as yours.”
”It is a Gift of the Mother. I didn't do anything to make it happen, I was born with it. The Legend of the Mother is called the Mother's Song, because some people like to sing it,” Zelandoni said.
”Jondalar told me a little of the Mother's Song while we were on our Journey. He said he couldn't remember it all, but some of his words were not exactly the same as yours,” Ayla said.
”That's not unusual. There are slightly different versions. He learned from the old Zelandoni, I memorized my mentor's song. Some of the zelandonia make slight revisions. It's perfectly all right, as long as it doesn't change the meaning, and keeps the rhythm and rhyme. If they feel right, people tend to adopt them. If not, they are forgotten. I made up my own song because it pleased me, but there are other ways to sing it.”
”I think most people sing the same song as you do, but what do the words 'rhythm and rhyme' mean? I don't think Jondalar ever explained them to me,” Ayla said.
”I don't suppose he would. Singing and Story-Telling are not his greatest skills, though he has become much better at telling about his adventures.”
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