Part 41 (1/2)

”I was born here.”

Oh, then you are of the Nineteenth Cave.”

”Yes. Why do you talk funny?”

”I was not born here. I come from far away. I used to be Ayla of the Lion Camp of the Mamutoi, now I am Ayla of the Ninth Cave of the Zelandonii,” she said, then stepped toward him, holding out both hands in the manner of a formal greeting.

He became a little fl.u.s.tered because he could not reach out well with his partially paralyzed arm. Ayla stretched a bit for his crippled limb and took both hands in hers as though it were perfectly normal, but she noted that his hand was smaller and misshapen, and the little finger was fused to the one next to it. She held his hands for a moment and smiled.

Then, as though he just remembered, the boy said, ”I am Lanidar of the Nineteenth Cave of the Zelandonii.” He was about to let go, but added, ”The Nineteenth Cave welcomes you to the Summer Meeting, Ayla of the Ninth Cave of the Zelandonii.”

”You whistle very well. Your whistle was a very good copy of mine. Do you like to whistle?” she asked when she let go.

”I guess so.”

”Can I ask you not to make that whistle sound again?” she said.

”Why?” he asked.

”I use that sound to call the horse, this one, the stallion. If you whistle like that, I'm afraid he will think you are calling him and it will confuse him,” Ayla explained. ”If you like to whistle, I can teach you other sounds to whistle.”

”Like what?”

Ayla looked around and noticed a chickadee perched on the limb of a nearby tree, singing the cbick-a-dee-dee-dee cbick-a-dee-dee-dee sound that gave the bird its name. She listened for a moment, then repeated the sound. The boy looked startled, and the bird stopped singing for a moment, then started up again. Ayla repeated the sound. The black-capped bird sang again, looking around. sound that gave the bird its name. She listened for a moment, then repeated the sound. The boy looked startled, and the bird stopped singing for a moment, then started up again. Ayla repeated the sound. The black-capped bird sang again, looking around.

”How do you do that?” the boy said.

”I'll teach you if you like. You could learn, you're a good whistler,” she said.

”Can you whistle like other birds, too?” he asked.

”Yes.”

”Which ones?”

”Any one you want.”

”How about a meadow lark?”

Ayla closed her eyes for a moment, then whistled a series of tones that sounded exactly like a lark that had soared high into the sky and swooped down, making its glorious melody.

”Can you really teach me to do that?” the boy asked, looking at her with wonder in his eyes.

”If you really want to learn,” Ayla said.

”How did you learn?”

”I practiced. If you have patience, sometimes the bird will come to you when you whistle its song,” the woman replied. Ayla remembered when she lived alone in her valley and taught herself to whistle and imitate the sounds of birds. Once she started feeding them, there were several that always came at her call and ate out of her hand.

”Can you whistle other things?” Lanidar asked, completely intrigued by the strange woman who talked funny and whistled so well.

Ayla thought for a moment, then perhaps because the boy reminded her of Creb, she began to whistle an eerie melody that sounded like a flute playing. He had heard flutes many times, but he had never heard anything like it. The haunting music was totally unfamiliar to him. It was the sound of the flute played by the mog-ur at the Clan Gathering she had gone to with Brun's clan when she still lived with them. Lanidar listened until she stopped.

”I never heard whistling like that,” he said.

”Did you like it?” she asked.

”Yes, but it was a little scary, too. Like it came from a place far away,” Lanidar said.

”It did,” Ayla said, then she smiled and pierced the air with a sharp, commanding trill. Before long, Wolf came bounding out of the long gra.s.s of the field.

”It's a wolf!” the boy screamed with fear.

”It's all right,” she said, holding Wolf close to her. ”The wolf is my friend. I walked through the main camp with him yesterday. I thought you would know that he was here, along with the horses.”

The boy calmed down, but still looked at Wolf with large round eyes full of apprehension.

”I went with my mother to pick raspberries yesterday. n.o.body even told me you were here. They just said there were some horses in the Upper Meadow,” Lanidar said. ”Everybody was talking about some kind of spear-throwing thing some man wanted to show. I'm not good at throwing a spear, so I decided I'd look for the horses instead.”

Ayla wondered if the omission was on purpose, if someone was trying to trick him the way Marona had tried to trick her. Then she realized that a boy of his age who went berry picking with his mother probably led a pretty lonely life. She got a sense that the boy with a crippled arm, who could not throw a spear, did not have many friends and that the other boys made fun of him and tried to trick him. But he did have one good arm. He could learn to throw a spear, especially using a spear-thrower.

”Why aren't you good at throwing a spear?” she asked.

”Can't you see?” he said, holding out his malformed arm and looking at it with loathing.

”But you have another arm that is perfectly good,” she said.

”Everybody always holds their extra spears with their other arm. Besides, n.o.body wanted to teach me. They said I could never hit a target, anyway,” the boy said.

”What about the man of your hearth?” Ayla asked.

”I live with my mother, and her mother. I guess there was a man of the hearth once, my mother pointed him out to me, but he left her a long time ago, and he doesn't want anything to do with me. He didn't like it when I tried to visit him. He seemed embarra.s.sed. Sometimes a man will come and live with us for a while, but none of them bother with me much,” the boy said.

”Would you like to see a spear-thrower? I have one with me,” Ayla said.

”Where did you get one?” Lanidar asked.

”I know the man who made it. He's the man I'm going to mate. I'll be going to help him show his spear-thrower as soon as I finish with the horses.”

”I guess I could look at it,” the boy said.

Her backpack was on the ground nearby. She got her spear-thrower and a couple of spears and walked back.

”This is how it works,” she said, taking a spear and laying it on top of the strange-looking implement. She made sure the hole carved into the b.u.t.t end of the spear was up against the small hook at the back of the narrow board with the groove down the middle, then put her fingers through the loops attached to the front end. She sighted down the field, then launched the spear.

”That spear went a long way!” Lanidar said. ”I don't think I've ever seen a man throw a spear that far.”

”Probably not. That's what makes the spear-thrower such a good hunting weapon. I think you could throw a spear with this. Come here, I'll show you how to hold it.”

Ayla could see that her spear-thrower was not made for someone of Lanidar's size, but it was good enough to demonstrate the principle of leverage behind it. It was his right arm that was deformed, which had forced him to develop his left arm. Whether he would naturally have been left-handed if his right arm had developed properly didn't matter. He was left-handed now, and he was strong on that side. She didn't worry about aiming for the moment, but she showed him how to pull back and cast the spear. Then she set it up and let him do it. The spear flew high and wide, but quite far, and the grin on Lanidar's face was ecstatic.