Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Tzah, the Drimish

25.000 years ago...Homo sapiens...Homo neanderthalensis...Homo hybridus


In the valley of the rising sun there was much peace, much stillness. It was cold and a thin layer of frost bleached the grass. The sun rose timidly behind the eastern mountains and its horizontal rays illuminated the immense green canopy of oaks, holm oaks and cork oaks that covered the vast southern lands. Myriads of birds sang happily in the rising sun. In the distance one could hear the thunderous bellowing of the deer, looking haughty and defiant, their branched horns of brave stallions, inflamed by the testosterone of their always punctual autumnal zeal. The dry and forceful bumps of their antlers, their mighty bellows and the song of the birds composed the melodious symphony of life in that paradise.

That cold morning Tzah had not wanted to go hunting with his father. He had preferred to remain in the vicinity of the cave, his home, watching with interest the five adult women of the small clan, including his mother and grandmother, who were marrying the skin of a cave bear cub. Tzah did not lose any detail. He was fascinated by the complex world of women. It was much more interesting, kind, and peaceful than the violent world of men. After extending and tightly tensing the bear's skin with ropes of bark between the trunks of two birch trees, they smeared its reverse with a generous layer of rock salt. Under the rays of the midday sun and the cold dry northern wind in three or four weeks would dry and once hardened would serve to clothe the baby that Uloh, his mother, would give birth on a couple of moons in the privacy of the cave.

Tzah was the second of the five sons of Uloh and the first of Etoz, his father. Nelut, his older sister, had not been a child for a few moons. The day she bled for the first time her grandmother made her face with red clay and hung a necklace of wild boar teeth to welcome the world of women. No one knew who her father was. Uloh, still a little girl, had gone out one day to pick up acorns in a nearby forest, and on her return she seemed to have gone mad. She was dirty and full of scratches, as if she had rolled over the fallen leaves and bushes of the undergrowth, and her eyes of oratory looked inward, toward something terrible that she had just seen or lived. Her mother Aileh, who in the future would be Tzah's grandmother, could not get her to speak. When she asked, Uloh refused to look into her eyes, began to tremble and cry and ran to hide in the deepest cave. Never again did she go out alone to collect fruits and seeds. Her small body of adolescent widened on the following moons and soon it was more than evident that she was pregnant. Then Aileh understood. Some male from another clan had raped her daughter in the thicket of the forest. Her belly grew so thick she could barely walk, and the women believed that she would not endure the pregnancy and would die before giving birth. Uloh had a voracious appetite. She spent all day eating and never felt satiated.

Young Etoz was very fond of Uloh, even knowing that the creature in her womb was not his. Whenever he came back from a hunting expedition he would bring him some goodie: a well-ripe fruits of service tree, half a dozen walnuts, a handful of hazelnuts, partridge eggs, crawfish, two handfuls of snails or a shingles, and very late in a chick of wood pigeon, a grouse chicken or a pellet, which the girl plucked and eviscerated eagerly with a small silex knife. After pouring a bit of rock salt into it, she would ensnare it on a branch of mastic and roast it on the embers. Etoz watched her with satisfaction sitting on a nearby rock. She smiled at him in silence, thanking him in her own way, speechless, as she devoured the ravenous flesh of the bird. Someday, after giving birth to the son of the stranger, she would be his female. Fertile women were much appreciated.

All the members of the clan took care of her. Although she had lost her speech after rape, knowing herself to be such a sweetheart, she was smiling and collaborating in all the women's daily tasks: tanning skins and making clothes and shoes with them, weaving grapevine stems to make baskets, collecting fruits, seeds and tubers, caring for children, the sick and the elderly, boring and stringing animal teeth and colored pebbles to make necklaces and beads, collecting firewood in the forest, keeping the fire always on and chasing away wild beasts they approached the cave attracted by the appetizing aroma of humans.

When it was time for one day to cast the child into the world, Uloh suddenly recovered her speech and called her mother Aileh by name. With panic on her face and a cold sweat moistening all the pores of her body, she held her bulging belly in full contraction with one hand, grabbed the other by the arm of her mother nailing her nails, and both went into the cave illuminating with a steaming and aromatic torch of pine tea.

Aileh feared for the life of her daughter. Her narrow teenage hips would not allow the child to pass, which was undoubtedly very large, too large. Uloh braved whit courage all night long with the birth pangs. When at dawn the horizontal rays of the rising sun entered the cave, the baby's bloody head finally peeked out into the world and shone like a jewel between his mother's legs. Aileh grabbed him and pulled him gently and in one last effort Uloh gave birth to her first child, a huge girl with rosy skin and reddish hair. Her grandmother smiled in silence. She knew at last who her daughter was. Her father was a hummolt, a member of the clan of the strong and fearsome white men of the forest. With her own teeth Aileh cut off the umbilical cord that bound the child to the placenta, wrapped around her frozen body with a soft warm fur of a cub and gave it to her daughter Uloh to breastfeed for the first time.

- We'll call her Nelut, the daughter of the forest. It was a hummolt who raped you, right? - she asked the young mother, looking into her eyes.

Uloh did not answer, lowered her head, looked at the little girl's face that sucked in noisy sips the nutritious colostrum that flowed from her girl-woman's breasts, swallowed saliva, contracted the muscles of her face and two large tears slipped down her cheeks.

Nelut worshiped her brother Tzah, and he loved her. The girl, by her physique, was very different from the other members of the clan, for she had blue-green eyes, reddish hair, pale skin and the robustness of her hummolt father, while the rest of Kartzams, that was what they called themselves, including Tzah himself, were all dark-skinned and hairy, with a more stylized body than the Hummolts, and their eyes were like an iridescent green-brown color.

The boy, for his part, had always felt different from other children. His body was male, but in his soul he carried a female. He abhorred and feared the violent world of men. Old Aileh, his grandmother, knew the symptoms. A brother of her father had also been a man-woman, a drimish.

That day the hunters were lucky and managed to get hold of a mare pregnant half-devour, driving away the pack of wolves that had given him hunting. The canids were full, after feeding on the tender flesh of the colt fetus that its victim carried in the womb and they went away without offering resistance. When the women and the children saw what the men brought, they ran toward them in great joy, throwing into the air shouts of joy that the slopes of the mountains echoed in a reverberating echo in decrescendo. They helped them unload the large pieces of meat they carried on their backs and placed them on a large flat rock that served as a table. With the help of sharp silex knives they cut them into smaller portions, tossed them some rock salt, threw them into long green birch boughs, and roasted them on the embers. For several days they had not tasted the meat and their bellies roared hungry with the aroma of those delicious foods. Such was their despair that they did not wait until the meat had just been roasted and eaten half raw to large mouthfuls almost without chewing. They knew the glory. The horse was one of their favorite meats.

Tzah and Nelut also had a feast. While tearing their teeth and chewing their respective pieces of meat, they gazed into each other's eyes, silent, without gestures, without words, as if their minds were connected by some strange energy, the energy of affection. Yes, they loved each other, how could two siblings, in their case half-brothers, want then, but this detail in their primitive world mattered little. The children knew for sure who their mother was, since they lived with her until they reached sexual maturity, but not all of them came to know the man who had impregnated her. The two brothers knew each other differently from the other members of the clan, and even though they were not discriminated against at the moment, they leaned against each other as if imminent danger was about to fall upon them. They were twin souls, inseparable. Uloh, their mother, liked the fraternal affection between their two eldest sons. She had always feared that Nelut would one day be repudiated by the clan for being the daughter of a hummolt. She knew that sooner or later this would happen.


A few years passed, during which two adults and three of the twelve children of the small clan of the Kartzams died and at the same time another five were born, two of them sons of Etoz and Uloh. Old Aileh had survived a serious illness that kept her prostrate on the skin of a bear inside the cave for three long moons. No herb, no root, no spell on the spirits of the ancestors of the Kartzams could bring down the fever or quell the painful and persistent cough that tormented her. She even got to expectorate blood. Uloh, her anguished daughter, wept bereft of pure impotence. She no longer knew what to do to save the life of her mother, who barely ate or drank and her weakness was increasing, plunging into a state of stupor and delirium that nothing good presaged. She was going to die irrevocably. No one survived such a serious illness.

In the clan only another woman was older. Her name was Metzet and she was the mother of Etoz. In her long and hazardous life she had accumulated many knowledge, much wisdom. She had given birth to fourteen children of three different parents, but only five of them had reached adulthood. The youngest, her dearest man, was Etoz. After her birth her exhausted belly dried up and she no longer conceived any more children. Thus, Metzet turned in body and soul to raise her little Etoz. She gave her chest for five long years and only weaned him when she was sure he would survive. Etoz grew up healthy, robust and beautiful. When the hair on his face hardened and became an incipient black beard and blood began to boil in his veins, his mother knew that it was time to look for a female. In the clan only Uloh lacked a male, but she was pregnant and Etoz would have to wait for her to give birth to her, if she accepted, of course, that in this the women took the initiative. His old mother smiled in silence every night listening to her beloved son masturbate frantically in the darkness of the cave to appease his ardent yearning for a female. The boy slept beside her to protect her from any vermin that might enter the cavern, and on the cold nights of the long winter, Metzet leaned close to her son so that in his heat of strong man heated her arthritic and aching old bones. When finally the boy ejaculated with a great crash and the air around them filled with the intense aroma of his abundant semen, Metzet remembered with affection to her three fiery males and returned to smile. She wanted her son with all her soul and he to her.

The whole clan suffered from Aileh's illness. The death of one of its members was experienced by all as a heartbreaking drama. Between adults and children they did not exceed three dozen. They were therefore a small clan of Kartzams very vulnerable to the epidemics and catastrophic attacks of the bloodthirsty hummolts. What they most feared was running out of breeding females. This meant the end of the clan, its demise in a few years. Luckily for many moons, peace had reigned between the Kartzams and the Hummolts. The two enemy clans had learned that they were winning if they were avoided, that peace was far better than war. This did not prevent a girl or teenager being kidnapped from time to time, especially when, for whatever reason, there was a shortage of women of childbearing age in either clan. It did not matter if they were female kartzam or hummolt.

Metzet loved young Uloh. She made her son happy, allowing him to lie with her whenever he wanted her and gave him healthy, robust children. She was a good female and an excellent mother and all this made her very valuable in the eyes of her mother-in-law. Metzet broke her heart when she saw her crying dismayed by the imminent death of her beloved mother. One hot spring afternoon she wanted to see Aileh, she entered the cave with a torch of pine-wood and knelt beside the dying woman. Then she felt a sudden anguish and her heart raced madly in her chest as she felt a subtle and strange stench emanating from the body of the sick woman. She closed her eyes and suddenly remembered where and when she had smelled that same stench. When she was still young and nursing her second child, there was a terrible and deadly epidemic in her clan, which she was crushing with its total annihilation, for only a few adults and some children remained free of the disease, among them Metzet and her son. All the sick gave the same stench, as subtle and repulsive as that emanating from poor Aileh.

In those times the clan shared the territory with another friendly clan. It was so good the relationship between the two small groups of Kartzams that each spring exchanged a pair of young females to strengthen their friendship and avoid inbreeding. This clan friend had among its oldest members a sorceress who knew how to speak with the spirits of the ancestors and knew the herbs and roots that healed the sick. Metzet was the one in charge to go to look for her behind the small hill where the sun hid every sunset. She had been carrying a long day with her son, afraid of being attacked by some of the beasts that abounded in those wild places. Before leaving, she had smeared her body and her son's body with clay mud, perfumed with flowers crushed with lavender and rosemary, with the intention of masking their human scent and preventing the finest smell of the beasts from detecting their presence. The trick worked and they both came safely to the cave of the friendly clan just as the sun began to set on the horizon.

- I am Metzet of the Kartzams clan of the valley of the rising sun. I came to ask for help. Let me in! - she shouted with all her might as soon as she arrived.

- Festud's sister is always welcome. Enters! - a powerful woman's voice answered after a long silence.

It was the matriarch Taimeh, the head of the Kartzams clan of the valley of the setting sun. One of her sons was the male of Festud, Metzet's sister, who had been exchanged long ago to seal the friendship between the clans. The two sisters looked at each other for a long time, silently, as if they were reading the soul, then gave themselves a wide smile and finally came closer to each other and, while looking into the eyes, they laid their right hand on the head of the other. This was the way the Kartzams women had to greet each other with affection. Two streams of tears streamed from their eyes and violent weeping rattles shook their bodies as they recalled their happy childhood in the clan of the rising sun. It had been so long .... The last time they saw each other they were just two little girls.

- Dailay, the matriarch of the clan of the rising sun, sends you this salt as a sign of our friendship. - she said to her sister, after both of them had settled down, giving him a wallet of young wild boar skin full of rock salt, which the members of the clan extracted from the bottom of their deep cavern. For the Kartzams of the valley of the setting sun, salt was a very precious commodity, for there were no quarries in the land from which they could be extracted, and the sea was far away.

Festud picked up the wallet, untied the knot of the rope of wild boar tendon that closed it and took a pinch of salt between two fingers to prove it. When her taste buds felt their intense and wonderful taste, her eyes lit up with pure pleasure and she gave a big smile to her sister. Then she handed the bag to the old matriarch Taimeh, who in turn gave it to another of the old women to keep it in the cave.

All the members of the clan of the setting sun came to welcome Metzet. Beneath the livid ashen moonlight of a crescent moon and seated on flat stones around the great bonfire that blocked the passage of wild beasts into the cave, they listened with great attention to the sad story of Metzet. Among those gathered was the sorceress Muongpet, as old as the matriarch, who listened to her in silence with her large owl eyes, her face made up of white clay, her brows and lips blackened with elder's charcoal, and her long, tangled gray hair adorned with showy feathers of grouse and bustard, fastened around the skull with a turban of bracken horse skilfully braided. A necklace of phalanxes strung from the hands of the Hummolts shot down in the last skirmish surrounded her neck. On her shoulders like a cloak she wore the skin of a bear cub from the caverns, and in her right hand a long staff with the skull and tail of a fox set at its end.

- Can you help us? - Metzet asked Muongpet, after describing the symptoms of the disease that struck the members of her clan.

- I can try. Tomorrow I will leave with you to the valley of the rising sun. - the sorceress replied very seriously.

- The spirits of Kartzams  ancestors will thank you. - Metzet assured him.

Festud and two other women then entered the cave and soon returned loaded with an old deer, which the men had struck down that same afternoon in the thicket of the forest. With the help of three sharp silex knives, they opened its belly and took out its guts, discarding the stomach and intestines that two men carried outside the village to be eaten by hyenas and vultures. Then they separated the skin from the flesh, disjointed the bones and divided the animal into small portions, which they threw over a little of the salt brought by Metzet. Then they divided the pieces of meat on the embers to be handled and after turning them several times, they considered that they were already in their point, but despite being hungry no one dared to touch them. Everyone looked anxiously at Taimeh, waiting for him to give her permission to eat. She lifted her arms to the moon and stars, thanked the spirits of the Kartzams ancestors, and then turned her eyes upon her son's female.

-Festud, choose the best meat for your sister. - she said softly.

The woman scrutinized each and every one of the portions that were still roasted on the embers and chose the deer's testicles, a real delicacy for the Kartzams.

- Here, to give you strength on the way back. - she said, putting them in her hand.

Metzet, grateful for the detail, returned one of testicles to her sister and they both gave a wide smile.

- Eat!! - Taimeh shouted then and all the adults pounced on the flesh like hungry beasts, but only the women remembered to share their respective portion with their children.

After the opportune dinner, they threw a large amount of firewood into the fire to keep the fire burning all night long, in order to keep out the gigantic bears and lions of the caverns, the herds of wolves and red dogs, and the large spotted hyenas. For all these fearsome carnivores the Kartzams and Hummolts were easy prey, for they had no claws and jaws with strong teeth to defend themselves against. They could only do it with sticks and stones. Not to fear the fire, the beasts would not hesitate to enter the cave to feast on them.

The next morning, at dawn, Metzet, with her son in her arms, and the sorceress Muongpet, set out for the valley of the Kartzams of the rising sun, but not before smearing their body with clay mud scented with wild herbs of strong odor, especially rosemary, thyme, rue and lavender, to confuse the fine smell of wild beasts.

They arrived at sunset and after greeting the matriarch Dailay, aunt of Metzet, to which the sorceress Muongpet delivered the gift sent by her counterpart of the clan of the setting sun, a beautiful coat made with the skin of three wolves, one of them albino, as a sign of friendship between the two clans, hurried into the cavern to see how the sick were following. The show shocked them. A total of fifteen members of the clan between children and adults lay on great skins of bear and musk ox, some already dead and others dying. Only two women, still free of the disease, took care of them. The experienced Muongpet immediately took charge of the situation.

- Help me get the dead out of the cave so they can eat the vermin! - she ordered Metzet and the other two women.

- We never do this, the Kartzams. How dare you order such a thing? - protested visibly offended one of the women.

- I know, but if we do not get them out their pestilence will wipe them out. When I finish this nightmare, I myself will pray to the spirits of our ancestors to appease their anger and they will understand.

- I can not ... - the woman stammered, intending to reply to Muongpet, but at last she stopped and stared intently at Metzet, as two streams of tears slid down her cheeks. One of the dead, a burly boy with an incipient little beard as a teenager, was her son, the only one her lazy belly had been able to give her man. To throw him to the vermines seemed to him an abomination, something horrible and unbearable for her heart of mother.

- Let us do what the great sorceress advises us to do. She knows what she does. - Metzet answered with a lump in her throat.

One by one they were taking out those whom the old Muongpet considered already dead. Outside the cave, four men who were still free of the epidemic, accepted the sorceress's recommendation, carried the corpses and lit them in the dim moonlight, and carried them on a nearby hill. The youngest of them wept in dismay. His mother and two of his brothers were among the dead. As soon as the nine bodies were finished, a herd of hyenas appeared laughing happily with their cruel and tetric giggle of death and their eyes of fire that shone in the darkness of the night reflecting the rays of the moon, and then the four men felt a stab in the heart and a chill ran down their spine and froze their blood. One of them, the oldest, ran to hide behind the trunk of a great oak tree to mourn, and the others went into the thicket of the forest to do the same. They did not want to witness how these nightmarish scavengers ripped and devoured their loved ones.

Inside the cave Muongpet ordered the women to give a lot of water to the six patients who were still alive. She, lighting up with a torch of pine, took the grasses, roots and barks she had brought with her, put them in a hollow that made a rock and with the help of a round stone crushed them with mastery until reducing them to a green porridge She then took the carapace of a large earth turtle that had been waterproofed with pine resin as a vessel, threw the medicine into it and mixed it with water, stirring it vigorously with the aid of a stick. Then she let it rest for a while and then filtered it through a bundle of dry hay and picked up the clean liquid of impurities in another shell. Carefully she divided the medicine into four smaller turtle shells and then sighed, raised her arms to the roof of the cave and prayed an incomprehensible spell to the spirits of the Kartzams ancestors to help her heal the sick.

- Give them this potion. It will know them very badly, but you insisted. It is important. - she said to the three women, while she herself took a shell and approached a girl who was sweating the seas by the fever, shivered without rest and did not stop coughing.

The concoction seemed to work, and none of the six sick people died during that long night. The next day Muongpet prepared more medicine and throughout the day they were given a drink of the potion that certainly knew by lightning, because the sick refused to drink it. In the afternoon two of them stopped having a fever and by the third day the remaining four were also afebrile. At the same time, the coughing of all of them gradually waned, and when they felt better, they soon began to ask for food, which made the women very happy, for it was an unmistakable sign of their evident improvement.

When Metzet peered out of the cave and told Dailay that the sick were hungry, she ordered the four healthy men to take their weapons and go hunting. They soon pierced with a deer-horn spear to a large male boar, which they ran towards the village. They expertly eviscerated him by discarding its stomach and intestines, and then threw him whole on the fire. In a few seconds the air was filled with the delicious scent of the animal's stiff bristles, which made the four men salivate, for they too were hungry.

Yes, old Metzet remembered the terrible epidemic that decimated half the members of her clan when she was still young. The subtle stench emanating from Aileh's body had refreshed her memory. She closed her eyes, ducked her head and tried to remember the herbs, roots and barks that the sorceress Munogpet had used to prepare the medicine, and then she smiled.

- Let's get the ingredients of the potion that will cure your mother. - she said to Uloh, taking her hand.

After two hours they were back with a large bouquet of grasses that Metzet wore and a basket of willow sticks filled with roots and bark that carried Uloh.

When the old woman had prepared the medicine, she threw it into a tortoise shell and knelt beside the patient. Uloh then lifted her head so she could drink, but old Aileh was unconscious, she seemed to expire at any moment and it was impossible to give her the concoction. Then Metzet remembered the trick that the sorceress Muongpet had used to get the sick to take the medicine and smiled to herself, surprising her good memory.

- Uloh, take a sip of the potion without swallowing it and then give it directly to your mother by word of mouth.

The young woman did so and the kiss of life she gave her mother saved her from certain death. Although unconscious, when she felt her mouth full of liquid, Aileh swallowed it as if it were saliva and little by little, with much patience and much love, after a few hours she stopped sweating and the next day opened her eyes, looked to her daughter and smiled at her, and then Uloh felt such a joy in her heart that she burst into tears like a child. When, after a while,she calmed down, she turned to the savior of her mother.

- Thank you, Metzet, I'll never forget it. - she said, putting her right hand on the old woman's gray head in gratitude.

- What you must never forget are the ingredients of medicine, as I have not forgotten either. Some day you can save your loved ones. - The old woman answered, looking into her eyes and laying her right hand on her head.


Yes, although it seemed impossible for her to survive, old Aileh overcame her grave illness and after two weeks of convalescence managed to leave the cave by her own foot. When the rays of the sun illuminated her face and felt his warm caress, she closed her eyes facing the star king, her heart pounded in her chest of pure happiness and excitedly inspired with delight the fresh air of that spring morning.

Within a few weeks Uloh gave birth to her sixth son and in the following years continued to bring new members to the Kartzams clan of the rising sun to a total of eleven descendants. Except for a girl who lost herself in the thicket of the forest and never returned, the remaining ten managed to reach adulthood, something that very rarely occurred.

Nelut, the daughter of the forest, whom Uloh conceived as a child after being raped by a hummolt, helped her mother to raise her numerous offspring. Her nine little brothers adored her. She was like a second mother to them, though perhaps the one who wanted her most was Tzah, the second son of Uloh and the first-born of Etoz, who according to her grandmother Aileh would one day be a drimish, a man-woman.

One early morning, after lying for the second time that night with Uloh, the fiery Etoz awoke very excited, overflowing with joy in his soul. Knowing himself so dear to his female filled him with happiness. He had never wanted another woman. Uloh gave him everything he needed. When Etoz saw that the horizontal rays of the rising sun were already entering the cave, he carefully stepped up so as not to awaken Uloh, he covered in loving gesture the naked shoulders of his female with the warm bear skin of the caverns that heated their nights, and as a good father he found that all his sons slept peacefully about him, that no one had come out of the cave at night. Then he got to his feet, put on the boots of bison-skin that his mother Metzet had made for him to the measure of his great feet, covered his shoulders with a warm musk ox skin and went to pee at the feet of a great oak growing near the mouth of the cave. The fire that protected the entrance of his home during the night smoked after consuming all the wood. Etoz stirred the fire by stirring the embers and adding dried pine twigs, which caught on immediately and filled the air with its pleasant resin scent. Then he felt hungry, his empty guts roared in his belly and swallowed. The day before they had consumed the remains of a great bison that had stolen the herd of red dogs that had hounded him, driving them away with shouts and stones. It was necessary to leave the hunt to feed all the members of the clan. The reserves of acorns, walnuts and hazelnuts were scarce and could only survive for a few days.

- Ulum, Oneth, Gorum, Talim, get up! Let's go hunting. - he said quietly, tapping them on the shoulder one by one to wake them up.

The four men would have wished to sleep for a little longer, but Etoz was the leader of the hunters and owed him obedience. They all slept with their respective female, covered with large, warm cage bear or musk ox skims. With obvious reluctance they sat up, yawning noisily, pouring out several gases to relieve their intestines, and within a few minutes they imitated Etoz in the task of emptying their respective bladder at the foot of the old oak.

- Is not it time for your son Tzah to learn to hunt? -  Talim told Etoz as he poured the thick trunk of the tree with his steaming urine. - The beard already blackens his mustache and has not yet gone hunting with us.

- You're right, Talim. It's about time, but every time I invite him to join us, he hides and so he can sneak away.

- Then obliterate him. Do you want him to become a drimish?

Etoz blushed. No, he could not allow his firstborn to embarrass him before all the members of the clan, especially before the men.

- Tzah, get up, you have to learn how to hunt. You're almost a man. - he said to his son with authority and affection at the same time.

Etoz never hit his children. His mother Metzet had raised him with so much love that mistreating his children seemed something reprehensible and cowardly. The boy hated hunting; indeed, he hated and feared everything the men did and grumbled, hiding his head under the bear-skin blanket. His father uncovered him with rage, grabbed him by the arm and forced him to his feet. This time he could not escape. Tzah was not accustomed to having his father mistreat him and began to cry, but his pitiful crying did not change his father's mind.

- You're not going to be a drimish while I can help it. - he assured him, pushing him out of the cave.

His two grandmothers, Metzet and Aileh and their mother Uloh did not dare to confront Etoz. They more than anyone knew little Tzah, they knew that his soul was a female and they were sorry that his father was ashamed of him, but they could do nothing to protect him, since once adolescence reached the sons of men became under the authority almost exclusive of the father. Only the old matriarch, the head of the clan, was above them, but she rarely engaged in such matters as men.

In the past the drimish had been highly prized and respected by all members of the clan. When the adult males were out hunting, the male-female remained with the females, the children and the elderly, protecting them from the attack of the vermin and the Hummolts. His soul was feminine, but his body was as strong as that of other men, and his bravery had nothing to envy to that of the fiercest hunters. Not infrequently they avoided real catastrophes among the most defenseless members of the clan. Thus the presence of a few drimish assured the hunters that on their return they would find safe and healthy to theirs, without the fear that they could lie down with their females taking advantage of their absence, since to feel women who really wanted was to the handsomest males of the clan.

Old Aileh remembered affectionately her uncle drimish, her father's brother. His name was Nishtam. Her face was made up of yellow clay and the outline of her eyes and lips with red clay. To look less bearded, he looked at himself in the mirror of the quiet water of a stream and cut his long beard hair with a small silex knife, often suffering from some minor injury. On his neck he wore a necklace of colored stones and to collect his abundant hair he circled his head with a rabbit-skin turban. Aileh worshiped him and he loved her. Nishtam carried her in her arms everywhere and sang old songs by sounding her simple wooden instrument. He had gained the esteem and respect of all members of the clan by defending only the women and children against the onslaught of a giant cave bear, who had entered the cave at dawn, and the men were away hunting. When Nishtam heard the scream of panic of a girl and realized what was happening, he picked up the round stone that served to crush the herbs and roots, came as close as he could to the bear and threw it with all his strength between its eyes. The stone was fiery and the animal collapsed, kicked for a while and expired.

When the hunters returned loaded with a young chamois and a couple of young wild boars, the women ran to meet them to tell them the feat of Nishtam, but they did not believe them. How could he be so brave a drimish that only served to babysit their children, to paint her face and insinuate herself to lie with them as a woman?

Then the mother of Aileh took the hand of the fiercest of the hunters, named Jonkun, who was the father of her children and dragged him into the cavern so that he could see with his own eyes the great dejected bear. The man paled before that immense animal, the greatest that he had ever seen and called the other men so that they also saw it. Nishtam smiled in quiet full of satisfaction watching the scene sitting on a stone at the entrance of the cave.

- From now on you're going to accompany us when we go out hunting. With you by our side we will have nothing to fear. - Jonkun said earnestly with sincere admiration.

- Better that I remain here protecting the women and the children, lest by my clumsiness I chase the hunt. - replied the drimish with his effeminate voice and a seductive smile.

Since then no one came back to mock him. He was no longer the jester clan, but the bravest of its members. That evening the hunters prepared a large bonfire carrying large quantities of firewood from the nearby forest, while women flayed, skinned and cut up the bear giant and the other three animals. Liumeh, the great matriarch of the clan then, the oldest and wisest of the females wanted to celebrate the feat of drimish by arranging a feast of thanksgiving.

Under the moonlight and flames, while animal meat roasting, Nishtam danced happily around the fire, singing and playing his wooden instrument to the delight of all who accompanied giving clapping and laughing loudly with strutting and gestures and glances hint throwing the most stalwart and handsome men. One of them, a big man of about thirty springs, strong and hairy as a bear, without anyone noticing winked to tell wordless wished to lie with him that night. The drimish understood and gave him to understand that he accepted the proposal pretending to fall purposely bumped into his arms. Then all broke into a big laugh and jeered at ease big man, but the party continued and nobody realized what had actually meant that supposed fall.

At midnight, while all sleeping peacefully inside the cave, the burly man got up very carefully so that your female does not wake up, fell on the shoulders your skin layer muskox and walked to where the bulk the drimish that, far from sleep, kept awake looking forward to that man decided. He did not say anything. Nishtam rose quietly, covered with skin layer spotted hyena and avoiding the bundles of sleepers followed Brumhad, such was the big man, to the outside of the cave. Ashen in the dim light of the full moon, they both looked at each other and smiled. Brumhad then grabbed the hand of Nishtam and both penetrated into the deep woods to a small cave to protect them from the cold north wind blowing that night witch insidiously.

Nishtam never have imagined that one day would lie with one of the most beautiful men in the clan. He was so excited that his heart was threatening to explode in his chest. He felt more woman than ever. Brumhad extended his great coat on the floor and then turned to Nishtam, took the spotted hyena skin covering his shoulders caressing them with tenderness and raised him as if he were the lightest of the fawns. Carefully he laid him on the warm, soft skin musk ox and knelt beside him. In the forest there was great stillness, only the branches of the oak trees swaying in the wind and an eagle owl hooting in the distance could be heard.

Brumhad was as excited as Nishtam. It was the first time he slept with another man. Throughout his life he had just lain with females and the most sensitive and delicate females treated the drimish. Not knowing for sure how to act, he was carried away by desire and his hands crossed Nishtam hairy torso, then down to his belly up to the rough leather pants of milk chamois covering his genitals. Brumhad was getting excited and breathing loudly. With trembling hand gently he stroked the depths of Nishtam through the leather and then suddenly wanted to feel his hands what was hiding there and fell short. In the most secret recesses of his soul seasoned hunter had always wanted to lie with another man, caress the body of another man, kiss, smell, taste and especially feel him within himself as a woman. Nishtam was left to enjoying as ever, reveling in the intense aroma of man emanating from the hairy body of Brumhad, caresses his large, warm hands, tickle the long, curly hairs of his beard made him feel his skin as he ate with kisses and licks, the incredible and unexpected tenderness that rough male kartzam. Nishtam suddenly realized what he really wanted the hunter without thinking twice got up, knelt behind him, he lowered the lynx fur panties and made him feel like a woman.

No one in the clan realized nothing. When after several hours of enjoying their bodies the two men returned inside the cave, everyone was still asleep and snoring peacefully with their stomachs satiated bear meat. Many other witches nights like this would repeated during the next moons, until one fateful day hunting a huge woolly rhinoceros mad panic when cornered and stoned by hunters, it rammed against Brumhad and gored him through the heart and it kill him.

When Nishtam heard a chilling scream of pain came from his soul and rumbled throughout the valley of the rising sun. He knelt beside the bloodied corpse of Brumhad, with trembling hands stroked his face tenderly and to the surprise of everyone gave him a sweet kiss on the mouth, the last. Feeling the coldness of his lifeless lips Nishtam was sure he would never be happy. Torn from pain, he teared off himself  the rabbit-skin turban and the the necklace of drimish, soaked  his hands with the blood of the hunter, smeared his face and hair and walked to a fearful cliff. There, in the dim ashen light of the full moon, with tears in his eyes and a painful lump in his throat choking him, he sang for the last time her sensual songs of man-woman and swayed lasciviously in honor of the great love of his life, the only man in the clan who had loved him. Three days later, hunters found their skin layer hyena and wooden instrument bloodstained on the rocks below the cliff.


Tzah followed the hunters head down, quietly, with infinite sadness and anguish in his heart. His father had never beaten before and his sensitive soul could neither understand nor bear it. He loved him with all his heart, and he knew it. They had walked for a long time with predatory eyes peering into those landscapes, sometimes wide plains populated with dense forests, sometimes wild bald crags of vegetation in search of prey, but the animals seemed to have vanished.

Suddenly they heard a few grunts of beast and shrieks that looked like a child. They approached quietly and behind some rocks appeared before their eyes a huge cave lion of dark hair trying to get on an old oak tree growing in a small valley between hills. His great corpulence prevented him from reaching the thinnest branches. On one of them they saw a girl of about seven springs terrified crying desperately clinging to the branch to keep from falling and being devoured by the beast. No doubt it was a female hummolt by his white skin, red hair and eyes as blue as the sky, playing alone had walked away from the town of his clan and had lost, ending up in this inhospitable place.

Etoz took a boulder bag leather always carried, he stared at the nape of the great lion, inspired air to completely fill the lungs and then threw the stone with all his might against the animal's head and hit full . The beast did not die, it was stunned only circumstance that hunters took to boot throwing stones and spears. When it stopped moving, they approached the oak and went to the girl talking with loving voice, but she did not speak the kartzam language and did not understand them. Then one of the men climbed the tree with the intention to grab her, but the little girl screamed and turned away as she could climbing on an even thinner branch menaced with broken at any time. Etoz feared that the girl in her despair fall down to the ground and killed, and ordered the hunter to descend the tree.

Tzah had observed the hunting scene terrified, hiding behind the stocky body of one of the hunters, with an atrocious fear to be devoured by this animal nightmarish. Just he wanted to return as soon as possible security and quiet of the cave, but suddenly looked at the little hummolt in the eyes and she at his and without thinking twice climbed the great oak and reached for the girl. She hesitated for a few seconds, but again looked into his dark eyes kartzam, felt he was good, shaking her white hand reached out and took hold of Tzah. They were slowly descending branch to the safety of the trunk thick and then Etoz them down to the ground one after another and let the girl would walk behind them by the hand of his son.

The men were surprised. Never a hummolt girl had left kidnap so easily. "Will be the soul drimish Tzah what reassures her?" - wondered Etoz himself with the mind, as he helped lead the gigantic animal to the village.

During the long time it took to get, Etoz not kept turning around to look at his son and girl holding hands. Suddenly he felt a stab in the heart and understood the mystery in all its magnitude. The girl was not afraid of his son because she perceived that he was actually another girl in the body of a male. Two innocent girls were holding hands.

When they arrived, all members of the clan without exception came to greet us with great joy. Always they did. Hunters were very dear. Without them they end up dying all starve. Acorns, walnuts, hazelnuts, herbs and snails were not enough to survive in that cold world so hostile. Not only they were surprised by the huge size of the lion, but above all by the hummolt girl who had brought. Women and children wanted to see her up close. With childlike curiosity marveled at the intense blue of her eyes, her skin white as snow and red and matted hair. Tzah still clutching the little hand of the girl who trembled with fear at that scrum of onlookers who did not stop to touch and smell her. Hers aroma hummolt bore no resemblance to the Kartzams, but do not repulsive.

Nelut immediately felt identified with small girl. She also was hummolt, but only from father. The brownness kartzam of her mother Uloh had darkened a little skin, eyes and hair, but not enough so that it will not notice the powerful inherited her father's blood. Looking at the small girl in the eyes she felt her fear and innocence and pitied her. Then she grabbed her hand and took her along with Tzah into the cave to reassure her. Nobody was going to rape her nor were going to eat her alive as her had assured her parents. When Kartzams kidnapped  a hummolt girl, respected her until done woman. By then they had already gotten her feel part of the clan, as a kartzam.

Hummolt small girl quickly learned the kartzam language. Nelut, Tzah and their mother Uloh, along with two old Aileh and Metzet, took care to show her. They called simply "gui", which meant girl in kartzam language, but certainly should have a hummolt name.

-I call me Nelut and he Tzah - said one day the eldest daughter of Uloh pointing to herself with index finger and then her brother - are you?

-I am Ritzah, the daughter of lightning, because I was born a stormy night. - she replied with a small smile.

From that day she ceased to be the gui hummolt and everyone had to call her by her real name. The girl had become the shadow of Tzah. Where he went, she followed. Etoz thought, seeing them so fond of each other, that his son no longer in danger of becoming a drimish, which would become more male and female Ritzah would be his, but he was wrong.

Nelut had been transformed into a beautiful girl. None of the males of the clan could help looking at her as he left the cave. At nearly fifteen springs was already a woman. Her hybrid blood joined her elegant slenderness of the Kartzams and the strange beauty and ruggedness of the hummolt females. Surpassed by almost a foot to the other girls of the same age, who looked with suspicion and envy, realizing the interest she aroused in young males who had not yet been paired with a female. Without a doubt she was the most attractive, but did not seem to be aware of it or showed the slightest interest in men.

Among the unmated boys a second cousin of Nelut was. He called Say. He had been brought up from an early age by his grandmother after his mother died from a wound in her leg that was gangrenous. He was tall and strong and very brave, so that had become one of the best hunters in the clan, much outstripping most of the veterans. He had laughing eyes, kind gaze and a charming smile. All young females were in love with him, but Say had already made his choice. His female would Nelut, the most beautiful of them all, if accepted as a couple, of course.

Whenever her young lover returned from a hunt, he carried her a small detail, a good fruit, a handful of colored stones, whatever the boy thought that it might like to Nelut. She was at first indifferent, but always accepted the gift.

One day the hunters discovered a large hive of bees inside the half-rotten trunk of a beech, but they wore no skin of deer, chamois or young wild boar as a sea-hide to pick honeycombs, or a burning ember with which set fire to a bouquet of green leaves of pine to stun the bees with the smoke and decided to leave it as it was and return the next day to the prized candy.

Say fell asleep that night thinking about Nelut. He saw her in a dream more beautiful than ever sitting on a rock and illuminated by the rays of the midday sun. He smelled the delicious scent of her red hair. He was touched by the spell of her blue-green eyes framed in a face intensely white and stained with freckles. He felt the desire to kiss her fleshy pink lips, caress her soft hips, her white thighs, her turgid breasts ... Suddenly he woke up panting from his lover's dream, while down there, beneath the warm skin of bear of the caves that it warmed his nights, something with own life pushed, beat and unloaded the fruit of his virility. Yes, Nelut had to be his, he had to find a way to conquer her, to fall in love with her. Calmly, he leaned sideways, inhaled deeply into the damp air of the cavern, and covered his head with bear's skin. With the familiar reassuring concert of snoring, snorting and gases that reigned inside the cavern and the warmth of the blanket, he immediately felt the pleasant doze that preceded the dream and went back to sleep.

When the next day he woke up and opened his eyes, he looked to where Nelut used to sleep, surrounded by her nine brothers, and seeing her red hair illuminated by the horizontal light of the day it was reborn, suddenly knew what he had to do. He stood up quietly, grabbed the shell of a turtle, landed it in the hunter's bag he wore tied around his waist, and stepped outside the cave. As he emptied his bladder by watering the spruce trunk, he smiled happily. Yes, it had to work, the detail would like Nelut.

A few hours later the men returned from their hunting trip with a female wild boar, a capercaillie, two snakes, and two chamois skins full of delicious honeycombs. Along the way they had gorged themselves on the sweet nectar and they were all there, except for Say, who, in his anguish at hitting the detail that led to Nelut, the little tortoise-shell full of honey-filled, had scarcely tasted it. He had only relayed the one that had stuck to his fingers as he inserted small pieces of honeycomb into the chelonian's shell.

As soon as he arrived, he looked anxiously at the crowd of women and children running to meet them, but did not see her red hair shining in the rays of the sun and then he felt a stab in the heart and was sad. He asked for her mother Uloh and she replied that her daughter had become ill and was resting. Say almost burst into tears as he hurried angrily into the cave with the small honey-filled shell in his hand. The thought of losing her to that sudden illness made her unbearable. He wanted her more than his life.

- Nelut, are you there? - he asked as his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom.

- Yes I'm here. - she answered with a hint of voice.

Say went to where the girl was lying down, knelt beside her, and in a trembling voice offered him the little bowl of turtle shell full of honey. The girl looked into his eyes with a serious countenance, sat down on the bison skin on which she rested, took the shell with both hands and placed it in her lap. Then she put her fingers in its gummy contents and pulled out a small piece of honeycomb. Say watched her silently with a lump in his throat and a rictus of anguish drawn across his face. Nelut then introduced the fragment of honeycomb into her mouth, tasted it with delight, her eyes lit up with pure pleasure and for the first time in her life she smiled at him. The boy could not be happier.

- Nelut, do you want to be my female? - he asked excitedly.

- If you're going to be as sweet to me as this honey, then yes. -she answered with another smile.

The boy thought he was dreaming, but suddenly he remembered that Nelut was sick and he became sad again.

- Tell me what you need to heal and I'll bring it to you, whatever it is. - he assure.

- Go get a bunch of strawberries and come back with them. They are the medicine I need. - Nelut replied as she put his fingers again in the honey.

Say rose and ran out into the woods. His heart was going to explode in his chest of pure happiness. Nelut was already his, it was his female, well, almost. The girl watched him walk away amused, trying to hold back the laughter, while sucking her honey-coated fingers. Say did not know that the disease that afflicted his beloved was what many young females have each moon, a simple menstrual pain.

After a while, the boy came back with both hands full to fill with strawberries of the forest, he knelt again to her side and offered them to him.

- Am I sweet enough for you? - he asked with a charming smile and his eyes moist with emotion.

- Yes. - she answered, her mouth full of strawberries. She was crazy about honey and strawberries. They were her favorite treats.

- Are you my female already?

- Yes I am. -she answered this time with a smile as lovely as his.

- Are you feeling better?

- Yes much better. The two medicines you brought me have healed me. You'll be a good male to me.

Say went wild with joy. He jumped to his feet, ran out of the cave, and everyone in his crazy career shouted, "Nelut is mine! Nelut is my female!"

The girls without a partner were furious. The damned daughter of a hummolt had robbed the most beautiful, strongest and bravest male in the valley of the rising sun.

That evening at sunset, with all the members of the clan gathered around the great bonfire while roasting the flesh of the boar, the grouse and the two snakes, the old matriarch Daylay officialized the union between Say and Nelut by smearing both the forehead with white clay and the rest of the face with yellow clay. There was an almost absolute silence. There was only the crackling of the wood burning and the squeaking of the meat being roasted. Then the old woman grabbed a boar's leg from above the coals and gave it to Say. "Feed your female!" She ordered.


A few days of way of the rising sun valley was a small clan of Hummolts that was undergoing a dramatic situation. It had just overcome a serious epidemic that had cut its limbs in half. Unfortunately, the disease had been particularly badly targeted on their youngest females, and only one girl, two adult women and one elderly kartzam, who had been kidnapped as a child, had survived. The surviving males, on the other hand, numbered one ten. They needed more females so the clan would not disappear, and it was urgent to get them. The two adults women were running out of childbearing age and one girl could not save the clan, for many children she had in the future.

They had no choice but to break the peace that had hitherto reigned between the Hummolts and the Kartzams and attack their village to supply themselves with young females. One early morning, three hours before dawn, they took their weapons, including sharp silex axes, deer-horn spears, great tibia and femurs of bison and horse, and blunt stones and headed toward the valley of the rising sun. They arrived when the first rays of the sun looked out from behind the hills. None of the Kartzams had risen yet. Cunningly they threw a stone into the cave so that a male would go out to investigate and thus surprise him and kill him with an ax. And so it happened. Poor kartzam did not have time to warn or ask for help. When a sharp blow from an ax broke his skull, only a faint moan came out of his mouth. But it was enough to put the whole clan on guard.

Etoz, the leader of the hunters, stared into the eyes of his female Uloh and gave him a nod. She immediately understood without words and silently led the women, children and elderly to the bottom of the cave. The hunter, now become chief of the warriors, in a couple of seconds devised a plan and with great secrecy divided his men into two groups. Nine of them would go with him to the face-to-face encounter with the Hummolts and the remaining seven, commanded by the young Say, would leave by a false entrance that was in the lateral part of the cavern, that used to maintain blocked with a great rock and they would surprise to the enemies by the rear. The war strategy was impeccable and had an impeccable result. After a few minutes all the hummels, except one who managed to escape badly wounded by a pack of wolves, were lying on the floor in a pool of blood with their heads broken and their shoulders, arms and ribs fractured by blows and axes One of them, the oldest, was Nelut's father, but she would never know. Another of them dejected kept for little Ritzah a terrifying surprise. When the Kartzam warriors were in a majority of eighteen against only ten hummolts, only one of them was killed, who went out to investigate the noise of the stone thrown by the enemies and two were wounded, one with a fractured arm and the other with a gap in the head. Old Metzet and Aileh hurried to heal their wounds. They were not sorcerers or healers, but they had many years of experience of life and had treasured in their memory much wisdom.

There was no need to go hunting on that day. They had leftover meat. The women chose the tastiest parts of hummolts bodies, especially the fleshy arms, thighs and buttocks, juicy loins, succulent ribs, delicious and tender brains, livers, kidneys and testicles, muscular hearts and exquisite gelatinous hands and discarded the rest, which the men took to the outskirts of the village to be eaten by the vermin. It was summer and they could not keep meat from one day to the next. It corrupted itself in a few hours.

While the experienced women were quartering the corpses, Nelut, his brother Tzah and the hummolt Ritzah girl, came out of the cave, holding hands. They still had fear in their bodies, but just like the other children they were curious. They approached an old woman who was drawing the brains to a hummolt of about twenty springs and was depositing them on a slightly concave stone, which was then to roast on the embers. Ritzah suddenly gave a heartbreaking scream and ran out into the cave. She had just recognized her brother.

Uloh's evil foreboding of her firstborn girl was about to come true. When Tzah explained to his father and the rest of the Kartzams the motive of the strange reaction of the little hummolt, one of the girls who continued to resent Say and his female Nelut, stared at the handsome boy and spat in his face all her hatred and all her spite as the most venomous of the vipers.

- The damned Hummolts have come for their two females. They are to blame for not being able to live in peace.

Say reddened with rage and made a move to rush on her, but the great matriarch Dailay stood between them and the boy restrained himself.

- How dare you attack one of our females? A kartzam male never attacks a female kartzam. This law is sacred to us and you know it. -  she shrieked angrily at her trembling old woman's voice.

- You have unjustly accused my female. -  Say retorted.

- Your female is half hummolt. You should be ashamed to have chosen her instead of a real kartzam.

Say did not want to argue with the matriarch. This was another sacred law for the Kartzams. He ducked his head, turned, and went in search of Nelut. "No one is going to hurt my female, nobody!" he told himself with his mind on the way to the interior of the cave.

The venom thrown by the viper had worked and poisoned all the members of the clan. They even looked at Uloh with hatred for having given birth to the daughter of a hummolt man, but they did not dare to attack her for fear of Etoz.

- Nelut, we should go. I fear for your life and Ritzah's. - said Say with watery eyes.

- I'm not leaving without my brother Tzah. Wait until I talk to him. I'll try to convince him to join us.

- Do not delay. - I wait for you next to the big walnut that grows on the side of the river.

Soon Tzah entered the cave and approached his sister with a sad countenance. Nelut was talking to her mother, and neither of them noticed his presence.

- Mother, I have to go with Say and Ritzah away from here. You get it, right?

- Yes, my daughter, I understand. Ever since you were born, I knew that sooner or later you would be repudiated for being the daughter of a hummolt.

- Can I take Tzah? When he grows up, he too will be disowned for being drimish.

- Take it away. With you, he can be as he really is and live in peace and happiness. - Uloh assured her with tears in her eyes.

Tzah also wept hidden behind a great stalagmite. His mother and sister were right. Members of the rising sun clan, including their father, hated the drimish.

Half an hour later, after sneaking out of the cave so as not to raise suspicions, Nelut, Tzah, and little Ritzah joined Say with the great walnut tree. For long seconds the four of them stared into each other's eyes, looking sad and silent. A knot of anguish drowned them. They left behind their loved ones, especially their mother Uloh and their grandmothers Aileh and Metzet. They would never see them again. Then Say took the initiative and gave the order to leave. Just as they were entering the still waters of the river to reach the other shore, they heard behind them a child's voice. "Can I go with you?" - asked them. The four fugitives turned in unison and were pleasantly surprised. It was Laram, one of the little brothers of Nelut and Tzah. He had followed them without them noticing. "Yes, of course," - said Say, "Come, come upon my shoulders, let us cross the river." The great adventure of their lives had just begun.

Nelut with the little girl Ritzah holding hands was crying in silence. She felt guilty, but there was nothing she could do to change her destiny. She still did not know she was pregnant.


The five fugitives climbed a small hill of bare rocks, which, like a boulder, served to scrutinize the surroundings. And down below, to their astonished and wondering eyes, appeared an immense green sea, whose limits seemed endless and lost in the horizon. Life was heard to boil. At that great spectacle the hearts of all of them beat madly in their breast and their faces lit up with pure emotion, and then Say exclaimed: "We have arrived!" They descended the steep slope of the hill and into an immense forest of holm oaks, whose thick cups left the undergrowth in faint shadow. The peace there was indescribable. It smelled of good leaf litter, good humidity, life, hope.

At noon they felt hungry, but they did not bring anything to eat. In a clearing of the oak tree they sat on limestone rocks to rest. Suddenly Say whispered to them to be silent, he picked up a boulder from his hunter's bag and with much stealth he approached a male grouse that was taking a bath of dust, oblivious to what was coming. The boy took a deep breath, concentrated a few seconds, fixed his gaze on the bird, threw the stone and hit it squarely on the head. With great joy, the joy of the hunter, he seized the grouse by its paws, lifted him up to the sky where the spirits of his ancestors lived forever, and he howled in the manner of the Kartzams to thank them. They already had dinner for that night.

As Nelut and Ritzah plucked and eviscerated the bird, the three men collected dry wood and carried it into the clearing. Then Say took the flint stone he always carried with him from his sack. He struck it repeatedly to make sparks on one of his black mushroom tinder, and it went on quickly. He then blew on the small ember, scratched it carefully over a handful of dry hay, blew again, and a trembling flame sprang from the grass. It was added by dry twigs and in a few minutes they had lit a great bonfire on whose embers roasted the grouse. They were very hungry and they fished so quickly that he knew them little. Then little Laram found on the ground an acorn, one of the first that had ripened that convulsive summer, and at the gates of autumn, he took a bite, tasted its white flesh and exclaimed: "It's sweet!"

They had reached a paradisiacal holm oak forest whose trees gave all without exception delicious sweet acorns. None of those who tasted knew them bitter. They could not believe how lucky they had been. They ate all they wanted until they were satisfied. Nelut then masterfully interwoven the stubble stems of a vine and at one point had a basket large enough to carry the many acorns they found on the way, as they went in search of a grotto to shelter that night, as it was approaching the time of sunset.

The spirits of the ancestors of the Kartzams guarded them from beyond and again helped them to find what they were so anxiously seeking. Behind a majestic oak, perhaps one of the most ancient of that dream valley, rose strange boulders that looked like a group of giants squeezed against each other, and there, between two of the limestone giants, they saw a black spot who, as they approached, was the entrance of an uninhabited cave, neither human nor wild, as great or even more than that which had been her home in the valley of the rising sun until that morning of such a fateful day. Taking advantage of the last horizontal rays of the setting sun, they entered the cave, searched for a flat place where they could lie down and set out to spend the night. They were exhausted and soon fell asleep.

The next morning they got up anxious to explore their new home, that is, the cave and the valley that surrounded it. The two females and little Laram remained in the vicinity of the cavern collecting acorns, mushrooms and tubers and Say and Tzah came out hunting armed with two large and heavy bison tibias that they had found under the canopy of the great oak. The young drimish was not thrilled by the idea, but he could not leave Say alone. It would be a great recklessness to leave without company. Some accident could happen to him or to attack him some beast and never again they would see him. The truth is that Tzah felt very at ease with Say, never had made fun of him for being so feminine and it did not have much to accompany him of hunting.

They were lucky. As they walked through the oak grove in search of some prey, the savvy and experienced hunter listened in the distance to grunts that reminded them of the young wild boars. With a great deal of secrecy, he approached a few woods, always against the wind, so as not to alert his human odor to the possible prey, and behind them he saw a female of wild boar accompanied by half a dozen young wild boars already grown that were being filled with acorns. He took a boulder out of the bag, fixed his gaze on the head of one of the young wild boars, took a deep breath and threw the stone with all his might. The young animal was struck down and the female boar and the rest of its litter fled in terror.

Tzah was waiting for him about fifty paces and when he saw him appear smiling and happy, oozing manhood and more beautiful than ever, with the young wild boar on his shoulders, he felt in his feminine heart something very intense and strange that he had never felt before. Say was the male of his sister and immediately tried to remove from his mind those disturbing feelings that he should not feel, but he did not succeed. Suddenly, walking headbutted and pitiful after the hunter, a treacherous breeze brought to his nose a penetrating and delicious scent of man, something in which he had never before noticed, and in the most intimate of his woman's soul he desired Say with all his strength. Tzah then had fifteen springs and Say nineteen.

As soon as they reached their new home, Say lit a large bonfire with his flint stone and his black mushroom tinder just in front of the entrance to the cave to repel the beasts and entrusted to Nelut and Ritzah the permanent maintenance of the fire. Meanwhile the two females eviscerated the young wild boar cut it with two silex knives that they had brought with them and put the meat to roast on the embers. At once the air was filled with the wonderful aroma of the tender animal cooking and the stomachs of the five young roared hungry in their bellies.

The days were getting shorter, and the winter chill was coming slowly but inexorably. The need for thick skins of large animals to warm their nights became more and more urgent, but Say and Tzah did not dare to confront them alone with such dangerous beasts. It would be suicide. One day when the two hunters had ventured to explore the distant mountains that glimpsed to the east, far beyond the valley of the holm oaks that was their home, they suddenly came upon a great clear clearing of trees where it appeared that they had lived other humans recently, although it was evident that it was abandoned. Soon they found the entrance to a cave. With much caution they threw several stones inside, waited a while listening to the ear and not hearing any noise in response they both howled in the kartzams way, but no animal or human gave any signs of life. They calmed down, and after a few steps they perceived the characteristic and unmistakable smell of Hummolts, which grew more and more intense as they approached the depths of the cave. There they found a real treasure: thick, warm skins of great beasts, perfectly tanned and piled up like new, numerous knives and axes of silex, stones emptied as containers, turtle shells and long bones, and skulls of animals of all sizes, necklaces of wild boar teeth and colored pebbles and piles of acorns, nuts and hazelnuts from the previous year that were already passed.

Suddenly the heart gave a tumult at the sound of footsteps and hid behind a ledge of rock in the cave. Before her terrified eyes appeared a hummolt girl with a rabbit in the hand she had just hunted from a certain blow with a stone. It would have about eight springs and was the living image of little Ritzah. Say nodded to Tzah and they rushed over the girl and seized her. It was not easy for them to keep her, because she defended herself like a beast. She bit them, scratched them, pulled their hair out of their hands, and as a last resort kicked them in the crotch to knock them out, as his mother had taught him to get away with a rapture or rape attempt, but nothing worked. At the end completely exhausted, she lost her strength and surrendered, a moment when the two boys took advantage of her to tie her hands and feet with bark ropes that they found in the same cave.

After resting for a while Say chose from the pile three large skins of cave bear, rolled them tightly and tied them with a rope to take them. They were very heavy. He carried them himself on one shoulder thanks to his great strength and Tzah did the same with the small hummolt. They had to stop many times to rest, but they managed to reach the cave of the valley of the holm oaks at sunset. They had not hunted anything to eat, but in return they carried two treasures: warm skins that would warm their nights and help them survive the long winter that was coming and especially the girl, after all a breeding female, who would give them children, she would avoid inbreeding and perpetuate their new and robust mongrel strain.

When Tzah deposited the little girl on the floor and Ritzah could see her face, her eyes widened, she raised her hands to her head and exclaimed in the guttural hummolt language: "Nunlay, my sister!" Ritzah ran to untie her hands and feet and both melted in a warm embrace and cried to seas a good time of pure happiness.

- Ritzah, I thought you were dead. - Nunlay said in hummolt language to her twin.

- I would be if this kartzam and his father had not saved me from the jaws of a great lion. -she replied pointing to an excited Tzah.

Everything fit. The ten humble males who had attacked the Kartzams of the valley of the rising sun to stock up on females were the father, brothers and uncles of the twins. Their clan had been annihilated after the defeat. The four females, including Nunlay, waited for them anguished for months but did not appear. They were dead. An unhappy afternoon at sunset, a herd of gigantic spotted hyenas entered their cavern, attracted by the appetizing scent of humans who were their favorite prey, and killed and devoured the older female and the two adult women. Nunlay was saved from a horrifying death by her agility, perching on a large rock at the bottom of the cave. The hyenas found impossible to climb into it and after a while they forgot about the small one and concentrated on filling their stomachs with the flesh of the three women. The little girl had to witness the macabre and terrifying spectacle with all its details. She was never going to forget it. One of the adult females was her mother and the old kartzam her grandmother. Ritzah listened to the story of her sister trembling and weeping with fear and sorrow, as if she lived it live and in her own flesh. Then, more serene, she translated it into the kartzam language for Nelut and the three boys.

In the hands of Ritzah and surrounded by the affection and protection of the three men and especially Nelut, who was actually his step-sister, Nunlay soon felt at home. The small clan of the valley of the holm oaks already had six members and soon they would be seven. The belly of the mongrel Nelut was fattening at a good pace lovingly impregnated by the semen of Say who could not be happier.

The two twins would never know they were the last of their kind. The blood of the robust Hummolts would not be lost, it would not die out, it would remain alive in its countless mongrel descendants who, over the years, centuries and millennia, would populate the whole vast peninsula, even across the northern barrier of mountains and would colonize the icy lands of the great white continent, mingling their blood with that of the mongrels who would meet there.


That spring morning the rising sun rose more powerful than ever behind the eastern mountains. The sky was clear of clouds and a warm breeze of west was blowing that gently rocked the newly sprouted shoots of the oaks. It had rained three days ago and the plants of that paradise were exultant with life.

Nelut had had to give in and lie with Say against his will, despite not feeling any desire for his advanced state of gestation. The penetration of his fiery and well-endowed male, moreover, made him rather unpleasant and even painful, and all this made the relationship a torment. His son would not be born until after two long moons.

Say, oblivious to the intimate feelings of his female, did not understand very well why she rejected him. His ardent young manhood made Nelut want every night. She sometimes managed to calm him by stroking his engorged genitals with her hands until he ejaculated, but that did not please Say, and then a few hours later, at dawn, he would insist again and Nelut would give in.

Tzah had risen early. Like Say, the boy's blood also boiled, but he was embarrassed that the other sleepers would listen to him masturbate and preferred to do it alone behind a few woods before the others got up. This morning, with his calm anxieties, as he went back to the cave, on the way, he saw Say that he lowered his lynx-skin breeches to urinate and in an unconscious and uncontrollable impulse he stood behind a rock, only four steps from young man, to observe him better without his noticing his closeness. That close vision of his intimacy disturbed him in such a way that he had to go back after the woods to masturbate a second time. He had never experienced those powerful feelings that upset him as if possessed by some demon. Say liked him more and more and wanted to lie with him desperately. He was staring at him all the time, and he thought of the most beautiful kartzam he had ever seen. She had fallen madly in love with him.

His sister Nelut finally realized and felt a great tenderness for him, but did not say anything to not hurt his soul of drimish. Deep down she wanted her brother much more than her handsome male, with whom he had been matched by his insistence and his good heart, but she was not in love with him. Then suddenly she decided that he should help Tzah. She wanted him to be happy, but she could not find a way to do it without him realizing it.

A hot morning, several days later, Say and Tzah went hunting for the umpteenth time to stock up on meat to feed all members of the clan of the holm oak valley. After a long walk, they spotted a small herd of deer and followed them stealthily to get as close as possible to them and thus have a better chance of knocking down some. The animals had come dangerously close to a deep precipice, and then Say as an experienced hunter knew immediately what they had to do. With his head and one hand he beckoned to Tzah, and they both ran and ran like crazy to frighten the deer and lead them to the cliff. The hunting strategy came out embroidered and two of the animals fell off the cliff and died instantly. So great was the joy of the two hunters who embraced each other in laughter to celebrate their success, and then Tzah, feeling the warmth of the hunter's body and smelling the intense scent of a man, thought he was mad with desire and had to make a great effort to contain themselves.

They descended to the bottom of the cliff, eviscerated the animals and cut off their heads to reduce their weight, and Say carried the larger one on his shoulders and Tzah did the same with the least. Under the implacable rays of the midday sun they felt very hot and still with the heavy burden they carried on their shoulders. On the way they found a stream that formed a pool-like puddle and Say wanted to bathe to cool off. He laid the deer on the grass, and before the astonished eyes of Tzah he undressed and threw himself into the water. Hunters used to. They felt no shame for stripping and bathing together. They were not drimish. Tzah had spent all his life among women and was not accustomed to seeing nude males of the clan, in fact always had seen them dressed in their skins, since they did not take them away to sleep. He longed to play with Say, but he had to keep the two hunting pieces so that the beasts would not be snatched from them, and he stood on the edge of the pool, gazing in amazement at the extraordinary beauty of that dreamy kartzam. When Say decided to leave the water and showed himself with all his nakedness before the eyes of Tzah, he thought to faint so great was his embarrassment.

That night he had to leave the cave three times to masturbate and calm his longing to lie with Say. Nelut had a very light sleep and realized his three exits. In the third she followed with great secrecy and knew then what was happening to him. Yes, she had to help his brother drimish to be happy.

During the following night, at Say's insistence on lying with her, Nelut spoke softly in his ear so that no one would hear them and suggested that he calm his cravings with his brother drimish. Say was shocked and offended so much by the suggestion of his female that he replied aloud that he would never lie down with a drimish. Luckily Tzah slept like a dormouse, and when he awoke to Say's voice, he did not understand what he was saying and fell asleep again. Nelut kept talking to her male in order to convince him.

- A drimish is a female in the body of a male. Lying with Tzah will not make you less male, but quite the opposite.

- I can not do it, Nelut. I like you and nobody else. Let me lie with you again.

- I heard my grandmother Aileh say that when a man lies with a drimish he feels such great pleasure that he never wants a woman any more.

- I really can not, Nelut. I am also very ashamed to approach Tzah with these intentions.

- I know my brother desperately wants you. He's looking at you all the time. I'm sure he'd be happy to lie with you. Come on, let me rest easy the rest of my pregnancy and after giving birth you will return with me.

Say did not answer. He remained pensive and could no longer reconcile the dream. Suddenly Nelut had opened his eyes on Tzah and understood why he had been so disturbed when he undressed before him to refresh himself in the pool. The poor male was eager to lie down with his female, but that night he did not insist. He tried to masturbate, but he hated to do it and in the end he could not ejaculate, increasing his despair even more.

The next morning the two hunters left hunting again. Say surprised himself by looking at Tzah as if it were a female, and he did not find it so repulsive, he was even amused by his effeminacy and smiled. "Is Nelut right that a drimish is a woman?" - he asked with his mind as they entered the holm oak.

His eagerness to unload his virility became more and more imperious, to the point that in his imagination he devised a plan to lie with Tzah. Unbeknownst to him, he took him to the pool, and as soon as they arrived he stripped naked before him and invited him to bathe. Tzah, like all the drimish, was very shy, very modest and blushed with the suggestion, but he also burned with desire to lie with Say and at the end took off the cloak of wolfskin, vest, boots and breeches and was cast into the water. Both were very self-conscious, almost paralyzed, it would be for both of them the first time they would lie with another man and did not dare to take the first step. Suddenly Say decided, he threw water at Tzah's head as if it were a game, and the drimish returned the gesture. Between laughs of young thugs they ended up hugged and when they felt so near they dared to caress their beautiful and hairy bodies, they looked into the eyes, they smiled and already everything flowed by itself. It was the most beautiful experience of their lives.

As with Nishtam, his drimish uncle-grandfather and the burly hunter Brumhad, that game of love between males was repeated on each and every one of his hunting trips, sometimes on the way and again on the return, until Nelut he gave birth to his first son, who was a man, and in a few weeks Say wished his female again, but he was so fiery that he could lie with her both at night and with Tzah during the day, and so the two men, the male and the drimish, continued to love each other passionately as the first day until the death of one of them separated them after a long and hazardous life.


Except for the two twin women, there were no more Hummolts throughout that vast southern region of great white continent, much warmer than the frigid north. For a couple of generations reigned absolute peace among Kartzams of rising sun valley and mongrels of the valley holm oaks. Distant relatives knew and eventually come to exchange young females to consolidate their friendship and avoid inbreeding. To karsams he terrified them to have deformed children. They were an unaffordable burden and a great danger to the survival of the clan. In fact the same females, when they gave birth to a child with a malformation, strangled him with their own hands at birth. She prioritized the survival of the species over the maternal feelings.

The small clan of paradise valley holm oaks had no problems of inbreeding in the next generation. Nelut was hummolt and kartzam hybrid and Say was kartzam pure, second cousin of his female on his mother 's , which gave them a very low degree of consanguinity. Two hummolt twins and little Laram still take many springs in offspring and Tzah was drimish and did not count.

After the birth of their eldest son, the fiery Say and the fruitful Nelut in just six springs they brought four new female clan, all very healthy and robust. Help in raising the two hummolt twin was critical to their survival. The small Laram had already entered adolescence and began to accompany Say and Tzah in their almost daily departures in search of meat. The two veteran hunters still loving each other as the first day, well, maybe a little more. They were inseparable. Nelut only knew their great secret and extremely happy for her brother. I did not feel the slightest hint of jealousy. She had accepted her role of female reproductive and matriarch of the clan and was happy as a mother. Say was lying with her almost every night and kept fertile womb conceive children.

For Laram never came to find out, they stopped loving each other in their hunting expeditions and sought a small nearby cave that would guarantee them a complete privacy. There they saw when they could under any pretext. One summer day were discovered fondling and kissing passionately, lying on a bison hide at the entrance of the cave, by the twin who had come to collect hazelnuts. They were stared between surprised, puzzled and disbelieving. Suddenly Say realized their presence and separated abruptly Tzah, but the damage was done. The two men blushed visibly, did not know how to react and shame paralyzed them. Half built over elbows side by side with their burly and hairy naked bodies, their genitals exposed and illuminated by the vertical rays of the midday sun were a spectacle. At two twins and a teenager, they felt like having them beautiful of an irresistible temptation and in the depths of his soul wanted to lie with them. Nelut had told them the beautiful story of his uncle-great-grandfather drimish and the hunter Brumhad and then realized, they looked at each other knowingly and decided to leave alone the two lovers. "Continue, to us we do not care." - they said, as they regaled them a wide smile, turned around and they went for hazelnuts whispers amusing.

Of course upon arriving in the cave they was told to Nelut and Laram and from that day the two men stopped hiding their love. They were all holding parts of the hand and could not be happier. Nelut watched them smiling and delighted and felt great tenderness for her brother.

It was another spring and Laram, in the absence of another male, eventually matching them with both twins to the point that the three lay together every night covered with a bearskin huge cave. Nelut was pregnant again and this time the pregnancy was different from the previous ones. She had a lot of trouble and it changed character. She was very irascible and one night threw her male from her and from that day Say went to sleep with his drimish.

The gravid belly Nelut fattened at high speed. A few moons was made very heavy walking and just stopped. She was huge and had an insatiable appetite. She spent all day lying on her bed muskox skin and the twin were in charge of feeding and care.

One day at dawn went into labor. She had never felt so much pain with the contractions. She is sweating profusely and choked. At noon she finally gave birth to a stillborn little creature. It was a female. However childbirth continued and Nelut believed that the time had come to die. Her heart could not stand it. By midafternoon she gave birth to another dead female and dusk threw the world into a tiny male, but alive. After expelling the placenta, the painful childbirth finally ended and Nelut could rest. Under the light of a smoky torch of pine tea she looked to her baby sadly and thought he would die before dawn, but he was wrong. The newborn wanted to live, he clung desperately to life and kept making gestures just sucked. Nelut approached him one of her breasts, squeezed the nipple to leave a drop of colostrum and baby, to smell the delicious aroma, opened the mouth, grabbed the nipple between his lips like a suction cup and slurped with such force that made him smile his mother and two twins. Nelut burst into tears of joy. Looking at his face felt great tenderness for her little boy and thought that so much suffering was worth it: " I'll call Tariuk, the last of his mother."

The child survived and few moons was beefy, strong and beautiful, suckled on nutritious and abundant milk from his mother. He was Tzah toy, which grew to love the baby of his nephews, like the son he never would and carried him all day. So his sister could rest. He did laugh at all hours tickling, putting faces and singing old songs from the Kartzams, who accompanied the simple and monotonous music of his instrument of wood, which he had made following the instructions of his grandmother Aileh. It was a birch branch about two feet, split in half with an ax of chert and emptied at its end with the help of fire. Before joining the two halves again with pine resin was introduced into the hollow five quartz pebbles and then was secured union with several turns of rope made of palm leaves braided.

Since that painful labor Nelut flatly refused to lie with Say. She had decided not to give birth to more children. Thereafter she devoted to raising their six offspring, two males and four females and their functions matriarch. The two twins were pregnant with the sperm of her brother Laram and survival of the small clan of the valley holm oaks was assured.


When spring buds of the oaks began to unfold its new leaves, the two hummolt twins finally reached the end of their pregnancy. The Laram teenager was exultant pride. With only fifteen springs would be father twice. His brother Tzah taunted him saying him he was a big macho.

One evening of crescent moon Ritzah went into labor. Her sister Nunlay and experienced Nelut accompanying her were at her side all night. The three looked at very serious eyes and quietly, sonotwake the other members of the clan who were right there sleeping, illuminated by the flickering light of an aromatic torch tea pine stuck in a hole in the wall cave. There were too many words. The girl was very brave, like all females hummolt and appeared to be very quiet. She not even complained to the contractions, only snorting. Suddenly, with the first light of dawn, her sister Nunlay felt when giving birth had also reached him, she gave a little whimper, belly contracture with a hand held as Ritzah prepared to face courageously the trance to bring her first child into the world.

The two parturient were placed together and squat on the same skin bear with their backs against the wall of the cave. They panted in unison by contractions and matriarch Nelut the spectacle struck her as very funny. She had to make a great effort not to laugh. She did not wantoffend. She prepared a pair of warm, soft fur wolf and a silex knife and sat on a stone beside Ritzah that was the onethe most advanced labor. Her experience told her it had to be patient and not despair. By midmorning finally it peeked head of the fetus and in a last effort Ritzah gave birth to her firstborn, a sturdy man of ruddy skin.

When Nelut gavealready wrapped in the skin of wolf that nursed forfirst time, Nunlay felt jealous of her sister again and notbe outdone she suddenly much sooner than the matriarch had calculated, cast also the world to their offspring, a plump female alive who wept heartily and filled the cave with her howls. Hummolt robust females had the much wider hips than Kartzams and gave birth to their children with ease. The twin granddaughters were a female kartzam but had not inherited from her narrow hips. Inheriting her other hummolt grandmother it had prevailed.

The clan of paradisiacal valley holm oaks already had fourteen members: three adult females, three adult males, five girls and three boys. Although in fact most were mongrels, they continued to regard themselves as Kartzams and for many years did not forget their relatives rising sun valley. Even Tzah and Laram had blood hummolt, but they ignored it. One of the great grandmothers Etoz his father was kidnapped when she was just a kid forfew hunters and taken hummolt dragged into his cave. There was brutally raped by all males of the clan inof their females, which, seeing bloodied nature girl by tears caused by wild penetrations, they took pity on her and the next day, taking advantage of their men had come hunting, they helped her escape .

The poor girl managedfind the way back, although she took two days to reach the valley of the rising sun. Near the entrance of the cave were her mother and matriarch opening pineapples Aleppo pine to take advantage of sprockets and see them ran towards them crying inconsolably. The match was a gap in the head and face full of bruises swollen lip. She showed them her bloodied sobs vulva and rivulets of dried blood on her thighs and then they understood wordlessly and embraced her tenderly, while silent tears rolled down their cheeks. The girl was shattered in every way and she never smiled again. A few moons her belly began to grow, unlike her body that it was getting worse visibly every day, because hardly ate, until her weakness came to suchextent thatwas forced to remain lying inside the cave during the last weeks of pregnancy. Her heart stopped beating just after her daughter give birth. A woman named Matlay,cousin of her mother, who had given birthfew days earlier and had plentymilk for her own son, took over the small and raised her as if she were her real mother. Veshnei called, the daughter of sadness.

Small never know her true origin. Her adoptive mother adored, was the apple of her eyes. The woman was old and in her long life of reproductive female had just given birth males, so many that not even remember the number, since most of them had died before their first spring. She had always wanted a daughter, a female who remained at her side taking care of her in her old age and small Veshnei leftovers heaped this desire. She grew up with so much love that Gueruk, his brother milk, felt slighted and ended up hating her. He was so jealous that behind his mother kicked and slapsno reason, by pure jealousy, so small to avoid their attacks not a moment of Matlay separated. At dawn she clung tightly to the little hand a flap of skin breeches lynx wearing her motherandnot let go until they lay together at sunset. And made sure that protect her the hatred of her brother.

When completing ten springs Gueruk began to go hunting with his father and other males and then finally stopped tormenting his sister milk and forgot apparently her and her mother, but always took nailed in his heart ineradicable bitterness of not being a beloved child. A day of hunting, running after a chamois jumping from rock to rock, his foot slipped and fell into a deep crack splitting the skull. Hunters, some of them with tears in their eyes, especially his father triedrescue a thousand ways his lifeless body. The Kartzams hunters never left a comrade, neither alive nor dead. All their efforts, unfortunately, were in vain and finally had to giveand left at the bottom of the crack covered stones that are not vermin could eat.

When they got back to the cave empty hands meat and totally dejected, they reported breathlessly, trembling voice to Matlay of the death of her baby and then she, shattered by grief, threw a piercing scream that came out of the soul and it rethought throughout the valley of the rising sun, hair handfuls with both hands and wept bitterly plucked inconsolably for days. Her mother grief was immeasurable. Her son had been cruelly unfair to her. His unfounded jealousy had beenresult of his mind selfish child who would not share his mother with his sister milk. Matlay had always loved.


Veshnei, the daughter of sadness, Tzah and Laram great-grandmother, grew up strong and beautiful with milk and affection of her foster mother. Being hybrid was much taller and more robust than kartzam girls. Her hair was slightly curled auburn, her blue-green eyes and her skin light brown. She also mourned the death of her brother milk Gueruk, although she was much more pain the poor Matlay. See her  mourn for so pitifully that broke her heart. Being Veshnei only a child did not quite know how to comfort her. She simply kept her company without leaving her for a moment. A week later, the two sitting on a rock, suddenly Matlay sighed deeply, looked into the eyes of Veshnei a good time in complete silence, stroked her cheek giving her a sweet smile, opened her lips chapped and said: "Thank you very much, my little daughter of sadness."

They spent many moons during which the simple life of the clan members valley rising sun discoursed peaceful and smooth, like the still water of a river passing through a plateau, as the long, sultry summer evenings enlivened with monotonous and soporific chirping of cicadas, as the gentle spring breeze that scampers playful among new outbreaks.

A morning Veshnei upon awakening she was wet, touched down there, looked at her hand and a fright when she saw her was bloodied. Woman had done. That afternoon to sunset, all members of the clan gathered around the campfire while roasting the meat that was to be their dinner, the matriarch smeared her face with red clay and put a necklace of teeth of wild boar around the neck to welcome to the world of women. She could be paired with the male when she wanted to chose, but the daughter of sadness was in no hurry. She was very happy with her mother's milk. Matlay was her whole world. Males did not exist for her, did not see, did not want to see, she was afraid. Her heart loved women.

It took many moons again, but still no male Veshnei. All the girls her age were already paired and some even longer looked proud of her swollen belly gilt. She was the most beautiful of all females. Her strange hybrid beauty fascinated men, without exception. Her striking red hair shone like the bright rhododendron flowers on a green sea of oaks. Many young males had approached her with the best intentions, but she looked with disdain, answered them with silence and remained focused on tasks of women. Matlay had aged considerably. A fifty-five springs was already an old woman with graying hair, hunched back, wrinkled face, bleary-eyed, toothless mouth and all joints of her bones deformed by arthritis. Veshnei cared for her as if she were the most precious of treasures.

One day Matlay said something she did not like, it hurt her soul, which wiped the smile from her lips. "You must give birth to a son to take care of you in your old age." The girl swallowed, lowered her head and her eyes welled. "I can not lie with a male, mother." - she confessed choking with anguish after long and tense seconds. "Yes you can and should do. I would be very happy you to give me a grandchild, well, better a granddaughter." Veshnei did not answer. She turned away from her mother's milk and into the dense oak forest. She cried quietly. The simple idea of lying with a man struck her as something disgusting and yet terrifying, as if with the genes inherited from her mother brutally raped by Hummolts she had also received at the same time the terrible fear of abduction and rape.

A tall, burly male passed her and saw she was crying approached her and asked her what was wrong. She did not want to look much less answer and moved on. The boy would have about sixteen springs and Veshnei more than twenty. He had long been in love with her, but dared not ask her to be his female. I knew she hated men. "Tell me what I can do for you. I want to help you." - he almost pleaded. Veshnei head down and kept walking aimlessly. She was running away from something that terrified her. Suddenly she stopped short and her face lit up. She turned to him, stared at him with her blue-green eyes and her gaze mongrel through her like a spear kartzam his black eyes and reached his soul. She read much kindness and a lot of innocence and suddenly no longer frightened him and smiled. "Make me a son." - she said tersely. The boy was still a virgin and Veshnei response surprised and even a little frightened. "I will do what I  can." - he said grabbing her hand.

While venturing into the dense oak forest looking for privacy, poor Veshnei trembled with fear. Taykan, such was the boy, noticed it by cold sweat and the slight trembling of her hand. In a small clearing among the bushes he looked into her eyes and asked , almost whispering: "Is it all right here?" She nodded, swallowed and knelt on the litter. He did the same and almost as scared as her, he pulled down his lynx skin breeches. Veshnei could not help smiling. She thought the boy's weapon was very tiny, harmless, even funny. Then the girl pulled down her fox fur breeches and lay back on the litter. "Do not hurt me." - she pleaded with anguish.

Taykan trembling hand stroked her white thighs of mongrel, her soft hips, her slender waist, her plump and generous breasts, her shoulders, her neck ... She no longer trembled with fear, but of pleasure. That kid was all tenderness. In his inexperience he acted precisely as he could best do with this virgin who loved women and feared men. Then he brought his face close to Veshnei, breathed her breath smelled of fresh ground wet from the rain and kissed. His tiny weapon finally increased in size and again heard the voice of the girl whispered in his ear. "Do not hurt me".

Two hours later they returned to the cave hand in hand. Taykan was brimming with pride and joy. He was finally a man and had just become the male of the most beautiful and desired female clan. She was also happy. She had felt the first orgasm of her life in the arms of that inexperienced boy, who had turned out to be a wonderful lover. Feared not lie with a man, whenever Taykan.

Nine moons after the daughter of sadness gave birth to Metzet, which over the years would be the Etoz mother and Tzah and Laram grandmother.


Tzah, the drimish of valley holm oaks clan, with so many children who serve and protect, no longer went hunting with Say and Laram. He had decided to stay with the three women and their children an autumn afternoon when the small town was attacked by a pack seven spotted hyenas, while the hunters were absent. The bonfire should scare them away was almost off and did not prevent they entered in the cave. Nelut had heard the grim chuckles from those nightmarish beasts and desperate called the twins and children to run to take shelter inside the cave. She had time to grab an oak branch with a flame at its end and she tried to fend off the giant hyenas, while everyone ran to hide in the depths of the dark interior. Not retreating beasts. They were hungry and the intense scent of human flesh that gave off the anguished matriarch inflamed them and they continued moving toward her with their grisly death giggles concert. Nelut was terrified, sweating profusely and even urinated on. She had the hyenas just a few steps, but she could not give up and let they devour her and her children. Her mother 's love gave her courage. Branch flame lit the eyes of beasts and turned into little stars paired on a background of gloom. Neither the worst nightmare could be compared to what the poor woman before him.
When kickback reached the widest part of the cave where they used to sleep, she grabbed a muskox skin, set fire and hurled hyenas. This gave her precious time to run to the back of the cave and climb on top of a large rock where they were twins and children.

Interestingly, only a few days ago, Nunlay had told them how as a child managed to save their lives that terrible day when the hyenas came into her cave and devoured her mother and grandmother and, as if sensing that history was about to he repeated, sought a similar rock inside which was now her home and called everyone to see her and knew where they could take refuge if any beast attacked them.

Nelut had gained a lot of weight since she had ceased to bear children, but the terrible fear suddenly gave an incredible agility and climbed the rock as the lightest of spiders. Hyenas tried to climb a thousand ways, but all their efforts were in vain. Hunger, however, prevented them from giving up and followed the foot of the rock looking with their horrifying eyes to the poor humans who trembled with panic.

Nunlay was very intelligent and foresighted. She had accumulated a lot of boulders on the rock for what could happen and the time to use them had arrived. She almost whispered to the matriarch and she ordered them all, including the children, to take a pair of those round stones and throw them with all their strength into the eyes of the hyenas. The fear gave them such a mark that four of the bloodthirsty beasts fell struck with the sunken skull and the other three received such a heavy rain of stones that they ran away terrified with serious wounds all over the body.

Nelut, Ritzah, Nunlay and children, seeing the beasts away, they began to mourn relieved and hugged together without losing sight of the beasts, both the four dead about three fleeing. Except for Nunlay, others had never been so scared. Everyone had peed and some of the children had also defecated.

- Thank you, Nunlay, you saved our lives. I'll never forget. You will be the new matriarch when I die. - she said placing her right hand on her head in affection and gratitude. Twin returned the gesture by the same. It was the affectionate way the kartzam women had to greet each other and say thank you.

They did not dare to get off the rock until Say, Tzah and Laram returned with the deer had managed to abate. Upon arriving at clear it had in front of the cave the three men met with one of the badly injured hyena who was dying and topped with big blows warm bison carrying as hunting weapons. A chill then ran the backbone of the three hunters. Something serious had happened in their absence and feared the worst. With an immeasurable anguish of soul, a lump in the throat that choked them and tearfully penetrated with great secrecy in the cave. Halfway they found the four dead hyenas and that surprised them. Then they heard sobbing children on top of the rock, they looked up, eyes pricked in the dark gloom of the bottom of the cabin and there was their family.

- Are you all right? - Say asked shakily.

- Yes, thank Nunlay are all alive. - the matriarch replied.

That night held a big party around the bonfire while deer meat roasted over the coals. Tzah painted his face with yellow clay and around the eyes and lips with red clay, he surrounded his neck with a necklace of colored stones, picked up his wide black hair with a turban rabbit fur and covered her shoulders with a skin spotted hyena, as he had told his grandmother Aileh who dressed and their makeup the drimish. Then he sang old songs of Kartzams accompanied with his simple wooden instrument and danced around the bonfire waddling lasciviously, until suddenly he stood before his great love, the embattled chief hunters Say, put his hands around his head and gave him a sweet and long kiss on the forehead so that everyone knew they were loving each other. Nelut was thrilled and his eyes watered. She made her extremely happy that her brother also out.

When the meat was roasted, all waited for the matriarch gave her permission to eat. She then sent out to Nunlay, she looked around the testicles deer, she grabbed her over the coals, put them on a flat stone like the dish and gave it to whom she had saved them from dying devoured by hyenas. For both Kartzams to the Hummolts were a delicacy.

- You deserve them more than me, Nelut. You stood alone beasts. Take one of the testicles.

- Thank you, Nunlay. - thanked the matriarch.

The two women looked at each other and smiled fondly. Both were unaware that they were actually half-sisters, daughters of the same father hummolt.

-Eat! - then the head of the clan shouted.

From that day Tzah decided to keep women and children, as did his uncle-great-grandfather drimish Nishtam to protect them from the many dangers of this world as hostile. Gotz, the firstborn of Nelut, who had served for ten springs, replaced him and started to go hunting with his father Say and his uncle Laram. 


It had just started the winter and that morning was bitterly cold in the valley holm oaks. The day before the hunters had failed to capture any animals and Nelut matriarch had to resort to limited reserves of acorns and tubers to feed all members of the clan. Accustomed to eat fresh meat every day, those dry and somewhat rancid plant foods quench their hunger.

Tzah had half his ration his nephew Tariuk. He was terrified that he might starve. The child was only four springs and abhorred hard stale chewing acorns. So his uncle's chewed for him to turn to mush and then got into his mouth the word of mouth. Nelut his mother had been forced to wean losing milk because of terrible fear that had happened to the hyenas attack. That so abrupt and drastic change in his eating endangered the child's life. Both Nelut and her brother had to contrive a thousand ways for small to accept eating meat and acorns. Within weeks he lost weight while in the bones remained. At the end the solution found Tzah. The small Tariuk adored his uncle drimish. He was the only thing getting him to eat and only if he gave previously chewed food for him.

That winter morning Tariuk and his four sisters woke up sobbing. They were hungry, very hungry. Rancid few acorns that had been their dinner was not enough to withstand the intense cold that plagued the vast southern peninsula where they lived. It had snowed heavily and blew an icy north wind bloodcurdling.

Say not been able to sleep all night, not cold, then he embraced his drimish slept under a warm and comfortable bearskin rug cave, but by the anguish of seeing their children starve. He loved them with all his heart and head hunters felt responsible for their food and the other members of the clan.

- Tzah today must go hunting with us. The more we are the more likely we seize any animal. - he whispered to his drimish.

- Okay, Say. I'll go with you. We need to get as meat or we'll all die of hunger. - he answered with a lump in his throat.

Say woke Laram and small Gotz, his firstborn, and the three men and the child put on their thick, warm boots bearskin that covered to the knees and kept them warm and dry feet despite walking is shod all day on the snow, they put on were fitted on the head a cap of wolf fur that protected their ears from freezing, and covered their shoulders with a cape of bearskin, except Tzah that as drimish always wore a big fur spotted hyena and left the cave willing to not return without some meat.

They walked for hours without spotting any animals. Their anxiety was increasing as time passed. Was bitterly cold wind blew pungent curdling their hands. Suddenly, in the distance, the snow, Tzah thought he saw a small black spot moving. Very quietly they were approaching to reach a large mastic just steps away from what they thought was an animal.There, upwind for their human scent not betray them, they peered through the branches of the bush and their astonishment was huge. The black spot was a young female kartzam who was cutting pieces of frozen meat with a knife of silex the body of a bison covered by snow, which had died of old age .

- Woman, you are a kartzam? - Say asked in a gentle tone so as not to frighten her.

She ran terrified. She had not understood the dialect spoken clan members valley holm oaks and thought they were going to abduct and rape her. After a few steps she tripped over a fallen log she had not seen snow and Tzah reached out and jumped on her. The woman defended herself like a wild beast. Say and Laram helped to hold and then she shouted something they could understand. Were the same words kartzam language that everyone spoke in the southern peninsula but pronounced with the vowels more closed.

- Do not transgress me, I'm pregnant! - Sh beseech.

- We are not going to rape you , quiet! - he said affably Tzah with looking into her eyes.

Then she, realizing it was a drimish for his effeminate voice, calmed down and stopped fighting.

- Where is your cave? - they asked after help her up.

- Nearby, behind those trees. - she replied , pointing toward a grove of oaks.

- You live alone?

- Yes, all members of my clan died from a fever for more than two moons.

- Then come with us. You can not survive without any male to protect you, and us do we really need young, strong and brave females like you.

With their silex axes hunters cut the four legged bison, were loaded them on their shoulders and began the journey back to the valley oaks. They were happy finally could eat meat for at least a week. By doing so cold is not corrupted and snow cover could keep it for many days.

Tzah led to the woman caught her hand. Her bulging pregnant belly was painful march, breathing with difficulty, but she was very strong and her fate was to survive, not only to the epidemic that had decimated her clan, but all the ups and downs that were to come her long life ahead. He would have about twenty springs.

- What is your name? - the drimish asked with his effeminate voice that calmed the woman.

- I'm Yunma, the daughter of darkness. My mother took me to the world in a dark moonless night. And you?

- I'm Tzah, the son of the wind. My mother gave birth to me one day  blowing a violent hurricane.

- You are drimish, right? - she even asked knowing he was.

- Yes I am. - Tzah replied tersely.

- The brother of my father was the drimish of my clan. He wanted me more than his life and one day let himself be killed by a cave lion so that I could save mine. Naunei called.

- He must be very good and brave.

 - He was. I assure.

Both looked into their eyes and gave a wide smile. They felt very close, very comfortable as if their destinies were united forever by an invisible thread. That would be the beginning of a great friendship between the girl blessed by the stars and the sweet drimish clan valley holm oaks.


The three women of clan received Yunma with open arms and exceedingly glad she was pregnant. Thus came the dreaded new blood and intermarriage was avoided with the dire consequences had rigged.

Just three days after birth Yunma nothing came up in the morning. She was first and also kartzam, so she should suffer a lot to give birth to her firstborn. Her narrow hips forced her to push as hard for hours to get the big head of the fetus pass through the narrow birth canal. At dawn the next day she finally managed to give birth to a man full of life. Nelut cut the umbilical cord with a sharp silex knife and Nunlay surrounded him with a warm wolf cub skin to protect him from cold. Seeing so beautiful she could not resist the temptation to hug him.

- You will be the male of my daughter. - she said while the infant was bawling his lungs.

- Hahaha, do not run much, Nunlay. Remember that I have four daughters. Perhaps some of them grew fond of this little and take it away to your child. - said the matriarch fun.

- Well, he can also have two females as has my male Laram. - she assured her twin.

- Or three, or four, or five, hahaha. The truth is that he can choose from five females.

- Did I just give birth to and you'll repartís what? - upbraided them the mother pretending to be angry even though deep down she was brimming with happiness. She had just expelled the placenta and birth torment was over. It was worth so much suffering.

Nunlay gave her son. Yunma put it in her lap, uncorked a little to see him better and was thrilled to see that he was a healthy and full of life baby. " I 'll call Amahú, desired by females." - she said with tears in her eyes as she kissed the forehead of the little guy. Amahu was born hungry and kept making gestures seeking the nipple. Like his mother, he had also come into the world blessed by the stars. His fate was to survive. Reach old age and after his death would leave many descendants.

Tzah had heard the whole conversation cackling fun sitting on a stone. Men-women were licensed to witness the birth and help in whatever was necessary. They were considered as a link between the world of men and the world of women.

- And if he be a drimish? - jokingly he told Nelut and Nunlay to taunt their claims.

At two alluded offered no grace that possibility. In the clan scarce males and Amahu was much needed as male as drimish.

- If his heart loves men I'll be glad to have given life. - she sentenced very serious Yunma, remembering excited her uncle Naunei missed.

They spent three springs, during which Amahu grew up healthy and robust with abundant milk from his mother. None of adult males upset Yunma. They had decided in secret that eventually became female small Gotz, the firstborn Say and Nelut, and expected to grow to encourage him to mate with her.

It did not have it proposed. The teenager and only thirteen springs had matured early and impetuosity inherited from his father. Blood was boiling in his veins and began to look at Yunma with desire. She noticed right away and smiled to herself. "Well, better to lie with this boy to sleep alone. He is also not so bad. He's as handsome as his father." - funny thought.

A few days later, taking advantage of the boy stared brazenly, the young woman ten years older than he faced him.

- You want to be my man? - she proposed bluntly.

Gotz visibly blushed and did not know what to say. He lowered his head and swallowed. Yunma liked very, very much, for more than one year. Every night he dreamed of her and could not help wanking so great was his desire. After a few seconds he took a deep breath, he took on courage, looked at his beloved's eyes and smiled shyly.

- Yeah. - he replied bluntly.

- Come! - Yunma he said taking her hand. In the depth of forest Gotz became man in arms experienced woman. For both it was a very nice first meeting ever forget. An hour later they returned to the cave hand in hand. Say and Nelut understood immediately, they looked into their eyes and smiled.

That night, while waiting roast meat on the coals, the matriarch and mother of Gotz became official match smearing both the front with white clay and the rest of the face with yellow clay. 


After a rather cool summer an autumn wine with abundant snowfall and persistent north wind that forced the clan members valley holm oaks to stay inside the cave all day. They even had to give up the big fire that protected the entrance to their home and started a fire at the widest part of the interior of the cave to withstand the cold. The firelight served them to see what they were about and so economized valuable loblolly pine torches. Only hunters ventured out when the glacial wind dropped to supply meat to the clan.

The elders, the chief hunters Say and matriarch Nelut , prowling the advanced age of thirty-five springs, had never before experienced such an autumn chill. "They have abandoned us the spirits of our ancestors?" - they wondered anxiously.

They had been three days without eating meat and reserves tubers, acorns, walnuts and hazelnuts were running out. It became necessary to go hunting despite bad weather or starvation would kill them all.

During the long days inside the cave Yunma used the time to teach Nelut and the twins to make long johns and warm jackets with fur deer, wolf and chamois. She had learned this skill from her late mother, who came from a distant clan who lived farther north. There the winters were much more raw and to survive they had to contrive to add sleeves and legs to their clothes. Yunma was very skillful. She was made several needles with the leg bones of a lynx scratching off for hours on a rock until they very thin and sharp and then had undergone a hole in the blunt end with the help of a sharp point silex. Sewing thread obtained from fibrous leg tendons bison. Taking measures to eye each clan members and then with the help of a silex knife cut the skins into different pieces, which then stitching them together united until a vest or pants. She also taught them to make fur wolf hats much better than they knew make.

This morning, then, moved by the tears of children begging for food and their own hunger and the women, Say, Laram and Gotz hunters accompanied by drimish Tzah, who was so good hunter like them, dressed in warm fur garments made by women, tall boots shod, their caps were fitted and their shoulders were covered with layers bear and hyena and left the cave not willing to return without any animal.

Within seconds their mustaches, beards, eyelashes and eyebrows stained white ice crystals. Snow blizzard lifted and prevented them from seeing more than four feet away. They had never endured so cold. Despite the thick and warm clothes strong icy wind cross them and getting them bloodcurdling. The fear of death and the temptation to go back were almost as powerful as his will, but all four were very brave and moved on.

 When they entered the dense forest of oak trees, the wind slackened its strength and cold became more bearable. They walked for hours without spotting any animals. Discouragement was growing on them and their minds just came thoughts of failure and despair. They would have to return empty handed and children and women starve.

Under the dense and dim glass of a great oak, they withdrew with hands snow covering a rock that was covered with moss and they sat upon it to rest. Suddenly the teenager Gotz noticed that his buttocks were slipping, put his hands on the rock to climb a bit and sit better and to feel the roughness of moss between his fingers winced in surprise, tore some of that vegetable course, he looked at his hands and exclaimed, "they're hairs rhino!"

The four jumped in unison as if they fire under the buttocks, they turned toward the huge snowy bulk and to their astonishment they found that indeed Gotz was right. It was a giant woolly rhino had been killed the day before by a herd of cave lions, which, after feeding its enormous liver, its spleen, heart and lungs, had left the rest of the animal on snow.

Almost they jumped their tears of joy pure luck they'd had. Suddenly ceased to feel the cold, the heart pounded in their chest and muscles loosened up. Finally they had something to bring to the cave. They drew their silex axes and after much effort managed to dislocate the hip bones and cut the huge hind legs of the animal. Each of them weighed more than three hunters together. They tried to lift them to carry between two, but could not. Discouragement seized them and sad and dejected sat on the legs rhino.

They discussed a long time on how to take them to the cave, but there were no solution, until finally Say brightened his face, reached into his bag and pulled out two long, tough cords of bast fibers skillfully woven. With gestures and words he explained his idea and everyone agreed. They tied a rope to one leg behind the hoof and tried to pull her, but in doing around the rope slipped through the fingers of the animal and left. For the second time they were powerless against the enormous challenge of moving those two moles of meat to their home they felt.

They sat back down on paws rhino and tried to find another solution. Suddenly the young Gotz had an idea, he explained it to the other hunters and three were seemed bright. With a sharp blade of silex they pierced the skin and flesh of each leg above the fingers of the hoof, put a stick to keep open court, introduced one end of the rope through the hole, took the other side and they equaled the length of the two ends. Every man would pull one of them and so between the four could drag the two huge paws sliding on snow.

A sunset and sweating profusely for the great effort despite the cold, managed to get home. At the entrance of the cave called women and among the eight dragged the two heavy pieces of meat to the interior. The four hunters were exhausted and lay down to rest on the big bearskins were their beds. Meanwhile the working women cut thick skin of a leg of the animal at the height of the joints, bones and feeble chopped into manageable portions. They then fanned the flames of the fire that warmed the cabin and when the embers were put on him about half the meat they had chopped and were turning to roast evenly. Soon the air was filled with the wonderful aroma of the long-awaited food and stomachs of all clan members roared in their wombs. They were hungry and felt faint.

Matriarch did not make them wait and as thought the meat was already on its point she exclaimed: "Eat all you want!"

The leathery skin of perissodactyle was sunburned and was easy to separate from fat and meat. After half an hour there were only bones. Women then returned to take over the coals, gave them back a few times, took them out of the fire and beat them with large stones to split them and reach the delicious marrow that was a delicacy for Kartzams.

When they were satiated, women emerged from the cave, collected snow on two fur and covered half her paw she had left them and the other still whole, to be preserved for several days uncorrupted. When they finished, the four men and boys were already snoring, snorting and dreaming happy. They could finally sleep in peace without feeling the painful pangs of hunger.


The next day everyone moke up in a good mood. They added wood to the fonfire to rekindle the fire, threw on the coals of the meat and breakfasted quietly without the anxiety of the previous evening. As they chewed and savored the delicious and juicy leg woolly rhinoceros, women and children looked into the eyes of the four hunters, thanking them for their food, without words, in silence.

Say still wanted, although without passion, which had been his female and given his six children, the now matriarch Nelut. Thanks to her now he was happy paired with Tzah, the drimish clan. Laram was also happy to share his bed with spirited hummolt twins and young Gotz, with only fourteen springs, had already fertilized his female Yunma and he would father in spring. The eight children of the clan grew apace without too much upheaval and peace and happiness reigned in the valley holm oaks.

After filling breakfast sixteen clan members were chatting animatedly few hours and joking with the children, until suddenly felt curious to peek outside and found sadly that the blizzard was still blowing with the same intensity as the day before. The moment had meat for a week and thought that perhaps relieved to have finished then bad weather. As they were returning to the warmth and safety of the cave, the fine ear Say veteran hunter saw what looked like a human cry that came from the nearby forest.

- Tzah, Laram, come with me! - He ordered quietly nodding his view of the origin of the strange noise.

- Wait! Before leaving you must take up arms and clothe properly. - she warned the wise matriarch.

A few minutes later the three men went into the oak grove facing the piercing wind and bombardment of large snowflakes were hammering their faces and wolf fur cap. The cold was awful and failed to see anything more than four steps. They returned to hear the cry that this time they seemed more pitiable, like a lament. What surprised them was that man appeared. About ten steps later it appeared before their eyes a strange snowy gray lump.

- You are kartzams? - Say asked, after hesitating a few seconds.

- Yes, we are. - it replied a deep voice of a man with a somewhat different accent from the inhabitants of the valley but perfectly understandable for them.

The three men approached the strange lump and found to their surprise that it was a whole family covered with a skin of cave bear as an umbrella. It held with his strong arms a big man beard and reddish hair, light skin and a striking blue-green eyes wet with tears. He certainly was a mongrel between kartzam and hummolt, as the same Nelut.

- Do you need help? - Say asked him with gentle voice, looking into his eyes.

- Yes, we are lost and my children are dying of hunger and cold. - he answered in a shaky voice and a lump in the throat.

At his feet two kartzam women kneeling in the snow holding in her lap each baby to a few moons were visible. Lying on the floor between the legs of that assumed he was his father was a boy of about four springs that was dying. Only weak breath condensed by the cold revealed that he was still breathing.

- Come with us. Our cave is nearby. - he proposed diligent and hospitable chief hunters.

Say he rushed to catch the dying child in his arms and ran into the cave hoping to revive him with the warmth of the campfire. Tzah and Laram women helped to their feet and followed by the mongrel man, who bore the hummolt name Iriat, they entered the cavern.

- Nelut, we found a family of Kartzams lost in the woods. This child is dying of hunger and cold. We warm up quickly or die. - he said , putting him in her arms.

The matriarch laid him on a warm wolfskin a few feet from the fire and vigorously massaged the hands, arms and legs to bring him into heat, but the boy had already died. Nelut raised her head sadly, her eyes searched for those of she assumed she was the boy's mother and shook her head glum. The always surprising Yunma, which certainly treasured great wisdom, knelt hurried off Nelut and, to the astonishment of all, inspired a deep breath, put her mouth on the child and she breathed with all her might and so again and again until suddenly he looked dead which issued an almost inaudible whimper and began to shiver. He seemed to mourn but had no strength to do so.

His mother, with her baby in her arms, had watched in anguish and silent strange resuscitation Yunma and when she saw that her eldest son relived, went mad with joy, put her baby in the arms of Ritzah, knelt beside Yunma and kissed his eldest son crying loudly. Then more serene she placed her right hand overhead of saving her child in thanks and raised her arms toward the ceiling of the cave. "Oh mighty spirits of the ancestors of the Kartzams, which take care for us from the stars, I give you thanks for having listened to my pleas" -. Said shakily. The Iriat burly, he definitely was her male and father child, knelt next to his side, he took his son in arms, raised above his head and closing his eyes exclaimed: "Oh mighty spirits of my hummolt ancestors who dwell forever on the trunks of trees forest watching over us, I give you thanks for having given life to my son Guntze! "

A few minutes later the sixteen members of the clan of the valley holm oaks and six new friends held a welcome party sitting around the campfire. the newcomers were hungry and felt faint. Nelut did not make them wait and offered the first portions of meat roasted rhino nothing. The little Guntze was reclining between the legs of his burly father. Still quite stunned, but no longer trembling. The meat looked ravenous eyes and as Iriat put a piece in hand devoured it desperately. Then, already reanimated, he watched them all curiously one by one and gave them a sweet smile. One day he would become a man so strong and stout like his father, he would mix his blood with a hybrid of the daughters of Say and Nelut and would be appointed head of the hunters by the matriarch. He had a long life ahead


That winter nightmare had forced Iriat to migrate south with his family. His cave was ten days journey north in a very mountainous place where there came the warm influence of the sea as in the valley holm oaks. Iriat had to hunt alone and those adverse conditions it was very difficult to get a piece.

Three springs ago he had to leave his clan for having faced the old matriarch, who hated blood mongrels to bring hummolt. Three sisters of the old woman and two of her cousins, whom she adored, had been abducted when they were just little boys by the fearsome white woodsmen, who were short of young women and attacked the clan of Kartzams to stock up girls. To get dressed in the same way with thick skins being winter, they believed the two men, only four springs, were also females and took them to his cave. When they realized their true sex, their wives had already grown fond of the two children, who were twins and defended them as lionesses to not kill them . Eventually they ended up being accepted by males and became two more hunters. They had children with two hummolt females and one of the crossbred daughters of their cousins and their death left a large hybrid offspring. Matriarch therefore carried the painful memory of the kidnapping of her sisters and cousins so into the soul abhorred everything that reminded her of the Hummolts. She was unaware that the mongrel she hated was actually the great-grandson of the eldest of her sisters.

Iriat had survived the attack a herd of ten lions cave when he was just a boy who was around thirteen springs. The beasts had entered his cave at dawn while he was absent. A few minutes earlier he had gone to fetch water from a nearby stream to quench the thirst of several members of his clan, most of them mongrels, who had become ill from strange fevers. When he returned with a roe deer skin full overflowing with water, he saw in the distance the giant beasts that came from his cave with the bloody snout, gorged with human flesh after devouring all members of the clan, and a shiver ran down her spine. With tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat that choked he entered the cave and found the macabre spectacle. Recognizing the head of his mother, who had despised the lions devouring the rest of his body, he threw a dreadful shriek of grief that shook the walls of the cave and ran crying in despair.

He walked lost in the woods several days wandering aimlessly and feeding on grasses and berries, bird eggs and some raw shingles until he fell ill victim of the same fever which had affected members of his clan. The legs gave him, he lost consciousness and lay on the ground under the canopy of an old holm oak. At times he woke up, opened his eyes and saw a huge eagle owl looking at him with her big orange eyes and thought he was dreaming of the forest spirits. The bird had its nest right there on the imposing tree trunk.

The next day afternoon he was lying on the thick leaf litter covering the floor. He had tried to get up several times, but had failed. He was in a near coma stuporous state. After nearly two days without eating or drinking, burning with fever and at the mercy of ferocious animals that abounded in the forest should be dead, but his hybrid strength and destiny kept him alive.

The spirits of his Hummolts and Kartzams ancestors took pity on him, they joined their wills and powers and led to the hoary holm oak a group of kartzam hunters who returned to their cave loaded with two large deer. Seeing the boy lying unconscious on the floor did not hesitate to help him , and one of the men carried him to the cave. The sorceress clan, named Uhuha, prepared a concoction with herbs, roots and bark and gave it to drink in small sips, the boy swallowed an automatic way to feel the fluid in the mouth like it were saliva.

At dawn the next day he opened his eyes and without fever and found before him with the face of the sorceress. Her big eyes owl made up with black soot elderberry he panicked and tried to get up to escape, but the old put her powerful hand on his chest, he looked into her eyes silently and little Iriat suddenly felt a great peace and left for fear it . From that day he stuck to the old woman as his mother, to the point of calling it by this name and sleep beside her under the same blanket muskox skin. Uhuha was fond of him and helped him adjust to his new kartzam family, teaching their language and customs. Iriat had not known her great-grandmother kartzam and only spoke the guttural language of the Hummolts.

A few springs then had become a tall, strong and stocky, with a strange beauty that impressed hybrid females. Uhuha will then be matched with one of her granddaughters so he could unload their virility and after nine moons born small Guntze.

It was another spring and in the life of Iriat still reigned peace, until a cold winter night the powerful sorceress, his adoptive mother, died in sleeping and the young man losed then his protector. The mongrel was at the mercy of the matriarch, and then she gave vent to his hatred of everything that reminded him of the Hummolts and one day caused deliberately to bring him into anger.

- The Hummolts stink of hyena, I do not understand how you can lie with your male. - told Uhuha granddaughter, his female, named Hyppa, ensuring that he would hear.

Iriat came into anger at this slur as offensive and was about to pounce on the old woman to attack her, but luckily caught himself in time. Not having done so , he would have been executed mercilessly by the other males. Kartzams defended the matriarch with their life. For them it was a sacred being. Trembling with rage, impotence and indignation lowered his head, swallowed, his eyes welled with tears and made to go into the cave.

- Pick up your weapons and go! - he ordered the evil matriarch, not knowing she was driving out his nephew-grandson.

He obeyed the order without replying. He entered the cave accompanied by his female who was carrying the small Guntze, took his cave bear fur  that warmed their nights, his silex ax, his spear of deer's horn, his bag with a flint and a black mushroom tinder to light a fire and a couple of knives of silex and began the road to exile with his family. When venturing into the dense forest, Frimet, the twin sister of her female awaited them hidden behind some bushes.

- Can I go with you? - she beseech.

The girl was madly in love with Iriat. Her sister had long, was nothing jealous and let lie with him in a nearby cave behind her male.

- Come! - Hyppa answered, delighted to take with her twin.

- Your male and the other men will haunt me to death wrest a female. Best you stay. - Iriat warned her, did not want to have more problems with the clan.

- We walk fast and when they realize we'll be far away and will not reach us. - answered his female, looking into his eyes pleadingly.

- Okay, come then.

After a few hours they had lost sight of the valley that had been their home. Before their eyes appeared very high mountains with snow-covered peaks and slopes clad in a thick green blanket of oaks, holm oaks and firs and then Iriat said, "We've arrived!"

They found a cave to shelter and made it their new home. There both twins gave birth to their babies after nine moons. Their peaceful lives seemed to dream, until suddenly changed the climate, came a wave of bitter cold that covered everything with a thick layer of snow, game animals vanished and left with no choice but to migrate south in seeking warmer lands. That was when they were lost because of the blizzard and wandered aimlessly for days, feeding on acorns and hazelnuts few had been able to gather a few months ago. When their reserves were exhausted, the brave Iriat chickened lost hope and began to mourn helplessly while their feet under the umbrella bearskin cave holding his arms, dying of hunger and cold his Guntze beloved son.

The spirits of their hummolt and kartzam ancestors again take pity on them, they joined their wills and powers to save his family from certain death and thrown into the ear fine hunter Say the desperate cry of stocky mongrel.


Iriat had never before seen a drimish. Between Hummolts not exist men-women and in the clan of Kartzams who welcomed him when he was just a boy it had not. With almost childlike curiosity continued to view Tzah and smiled quietly. It made much grace his effeminate voice, his face makeup with bright colors, his beard trimmed to a minimum with silex knife to resemble as possible a female, his gentle gestures lacking the coarseness of males and especially his great black eyes watching him saucily with desire. Iriat was beautiful, very beautiful. His stocky overflowing virility for a drimish was an irresistible temptation.

Tzah deeply loved Say and not at all would replace him by Iriat, but lying if only once with this attractive red-haired man with a fascinating blue-green eyes, white skin smeared with freckles, powerful nose, full lips and deep, manly voice would be a tremendously exciting experience.

The day after the arrival of the mongrel and his family temporary cold and snow died down and the sun dared to look out on the horizon. The matriarch Nelut considered it a good omen and declined to give a big party to welcome the newcomers. Throughout the day clan members, including children, they collected plenty of dry wood in the nearby forest and piled up inside the cavern. And to have on hand fresh water with which to quench the thirst that would cause them sumptuous dinner of roast rhino that night filled with snow four large wineskins chamois and placed near the fire so that it was melting. By midafternoon women they skinned, deboned and minced meat perissodactyle half giant paw and placed on a large stone slightly concave. Following the instructions of the always surprising Yunma they threw rock salt, thyme and rosemary and let that marinated for several hours until sunset.

Yunma had grown up in a clan formed by members of two small groups of Kartzams that a few generations ago had decided together to become stronger and avoid the dreaded inbreeding small clans threatened with extinction. They had not only joined forces and blood, but also their knowledge. It was and learned from each other to season the meat with rock salt and herbs to taste better, to paint hunters with their weapons and their prey on the walls inside the cave to attract hunting and invoke the spirits of their ancestors, to make warm clothing with sleeves and legs to better withstand the icy cold of winter, preparing potions with herbs, roots and bark to heal the sick and many other useful things that made their lives more comfortable and enjoyable and ultimately , helped them survive.

As drimish, Tzah had the mission to liven up the evening and thoroughly prepared to make a good showing in a special celebration. Skillful Yunma, a few days before had remembered how his missed uncle drimish Naunei rang a bone flute in the celebrations of his extinct clan and she had made it a very nice to Tzah, cupping a bone chamois and by doing three holes with using a hard silex point as an auger. After tasting many times and retouch to tune many others, she felt that finally sounded good and gave it to Tzah that very morning.

It was the best gift no one had ever done. With the flute in the hands tried to make it sound and seeing the beautiful music coming from it, he was so excited that almost burst into tears. In the clan rising sun valley where he grew up no one knew this wonderful instrument of bone, only one of wood filled with pebbles.

Tzah spent the whole afternoon wandering around the nearby the holm oaks forest sounding flute, until finally managed to compose a simple and beautiful melody and repeated many times to memorize it . He was so fascinated with his new instrument that did not feel the cold.

At sunset he entered the cave and asked his sister Nelut to make up his face with clay yellow and contour eyes and lips with red clay. Then he circled his neck with a necklace of colored stones, fastened his black hair with a rabbit fur turban and covered his shoulders with his showy skin spotted hyena, as they had always done drimish. Yunma watched him smilingly without losing any detail. Suddenly she was thrilled, she felt a stab in the heart, eyes became moist and wistfully recalled her uncle Naunei. Tzah looked so much like him ...

When the last rays of the setting sun were horizontalized and penetrated to the depths of the cave, Nelut knew it was time to start the party and called everyone around the campfire. They had nailed three pine tea torches lit in as many holes in the walls of the cave and placed a wide circle of flat stones on the ground around the fire. Over them sat the adults and older children, except the babies of the two females of Iriat that their mothers held in their lap.

Iriat, Say and Laram helped Yunma to place on the large concave stone coals as a tray, containing marinated meat rhino to be roast. A few minutes later the air inside the cave was filled with the delicious aroma that emanated from those viands and stomachs of the members of that motley clan of Kartzams, Hummolts and mongrels roared famished in their wombs.

Rhino marinated with herbs knew them glory and already surfeited and in a good mood encouraged Tzah clapping out to liven up the evening. The drimish began singing the oldest and simplest of kartzam songs.

Oh oh oh,
Great spirit,
the Kartzams we call.
Oh oh oh,
Great Spirit,
protects our clan.

The spectacle offered them then they seemed beautiful, fascinating, magical and suddenly immersed in a wonderful dream that filled them with happiness felt. Shadow drimish singing old kartzam songs and dancing around the campfire projected multiplied by three over the walls of the cave by the effect of the three torches and looked like the dance of the spirits of their drimish ancestors who had come to the Tzah accompany party. The beautiful music of the flute and wooden instrument that man-woman rang at once so rhythmically, made even more exciting representation. The cave had an extraordinary sound.

This time Tzah not wiggled lewdly and winked at handsomest men to lie with them as they used to do drimish. Iriat, his two females and young Guntze watched him open-mouthed, almost ecstatic, enthralled by the beauty of the show. They had never seen anything like it. Tzah suddenly noticed the bright eyes of his beloved Say you looked fascinated and full of love and felt such tenderness for him that he promised himself that he would never be unfaithful. From that day he stopped looking with desire to Iriat and was happy for his great fortune to have on his side the most good and beautiful kartzam that ever existed.

It took several moons and finally came the long awaited spring. The forest was filled with playful streams that meanders down and jumping from the high peaks covered by snow, which is gradually heated by the sun's rays melted; tree buds opened and covered the canopy of a bright green mantle renewed; birds chirping happily returned from the warmer southern continent and valley holm oaks returned to again be a dream paradise full of life. Glacial cold wave that had lasted more than seven years seemed to have come to an end.

Iriat accompanied the men in their daily search for sustenance clan. He was much better hunter Say. Wiles knew so amazing hunting and effective than hitherto head of hunters recognized his superiority and gave him with humility and admiration the position of leader. With Iriat no longer returned to the cave empty-handed. Always they managed to hunt prey, even if it was only a few snakes or a couple of green lizards. With the sagacity and courage of the mongrel brave dare even bring down large prey such as bison, horses, muskoxen and woolly rhinos and very now and then, especially if by chance were confronted with them, dared to confront giant bears and lions caves and packs of wolves, red dogs and spotted hyenas, rather than for meat for their warm fur much needed to withstand the cold of winter. Of course if they were lucky enough to find a fresh corpse of an animal killed half-eaten by wild beasts, not squeamish and walked with it also wore for they home. The meat was food, no matter who had hunted.

That morning had killed two roe deer with spears deer's horn after surrounding and surprise a herd of these small ungulates. Say and Laram are loaded them on their shoulders and noticing its weight and thought they had enough meat to feed the twenty members of the clan for at least two days.

On the way back Iriat heard what he thought was weak grunts of a little wolf, approached the source of the noise and found a litter of puppies about three weeks, waiting for the return of their parents hid in the lair located under a large fallen tree. Immediately he came to mind his son Guntze and decided to take a beautiful female albino to take her as a toy for his child.

- Guntze, look what I brought you! - he said giving the puppy, who had not yet developed the fear of man and genuinely gentle and trusting. Only a week ago it had opened its eyes.

 - How beautiful it is, Father! - he exclaimed the boy staring at its face to the wolfling. - It's a female, right? - he is adding to notice the absence of a penis in its lower abdomen.

 - How you gonna call? 

- I do not know, Father. Tell me a name.

 - What do you think Eimet, the daughter of the fallen tree? 

The child could not be happier and his father even more than him. He loved his firstborn true delirium. Guntze waited anxiously for women eviscerated the roe deer to give it a piece of liver for wolfling. The animal devoured in a trice with small milk teeth and asked for more. Hyppa then, the mother of Guntze, cut a large piece of fat surrounding the kidneys of roe deer and gave it to the puppy. This time it took a little longer to devour it, licked its muzzle, shook its tail and seemed to have been sated. The eyes of Iriat sparkled and he smiled silently. Watching his son's happiness his heart filled with love and fatherly pride.

Several moons passed and summer came, which thankfully was warmer than before. Life bustled in the forest of holm oaks with new pups were born in the spring. The hunting abounded and men them was enough to go a short distance inside the valley to surprise some piece and kill it. Most days they returned to the cave in the morning and remained idle the rest of the day, sometimes dozing inside their home cool, sometimes watching women in their daily grind of gutting, skinning and chopping animals and tanning skins by splashing with rock salt, sometimes playing with their kids and narrating fantastic stories of terrifying beasts hunt, children listened open mouthed and frightened with eyes like saucers.

The small Tariuk, the youngest of Say and Nelut, not like those violent nightmare stories, preferring to accompany his uncle drimish in their daily tasks of man-woman: make deftly sharp knives of silex able to cleanly cut a hair in the air, drying and then fraying long leg tendons bison, horses and rhino for very resistant threads that sewing the skins and firmly tie the silex points to the post of the lances and the handle axes, search branches dry pine of a certain thickness and remove the crust and the outer white wood with the help of a silex ax to expose the rich red heartwood resin to supply the clan of torches tea, monitor and protect the dangers to children, the endearing stories tell of ancient kartzams, teach them games and songs accompanied with chamois bone flute and wooden instrument and ultimately any activity that have no direct relation to hunting, which was reserved to men, nor butchering animals and tanning hides, nor with the making of garments nor the harvesting of fruits, seeds, herbs and tubers, all tasks reserved for women, as well as give birth and raise children.

Both Nelut and his brother Tzah were certain that the little Tariuk one day become the new drimish the clan. His mother had intuited to welcome him on his lap for the first time since give birth to. Not only it did not care but perhaps precisely why she had him a special affection. Without a doubt it was the favorite of her six children. She knew that take care of her, his father Say and his beloved uncle Tzah in their old age, much more dedication and love her four daughters.


That morning in late summer Say noticed right away that there was freshened. From his warm bed bearskin cave he turned his eyes toward the exit of the cave and found that it was drizzling. Tiny drops fell meekly silent, as if a thick fog it were, dunking for the first time after several months of drought thirsty plant leaves of that dream valley. From one day to another summer had been completed and had started the bleak autumn.

- Rains. - he whispered to his drimish, who slept like a log embraced him.

- Good weather is over, then. - he replied resignedly Tzah after long seconds, which needed to wake up and process information Say terse. - You shall go out hunting today? - he asked after deeply inspiring fresh air laden with moisture from inside the cave.

- Yes, there remains no meat.

- Can I go with you ? Long ago that I do not go hunting with you.

- Of course you can. You're so good hunter as us.- Say assured him. 

Soon they rose very animated. Both made them very excited to go hunting together. Say awoke after the other hunters and wear their skins came together in the cave. Drizzling but still far away, to the east, the sky clear and everything looked the clouds soon would move to the west and the valley holm oaks sun shine.

Iriat, the leader of the hunters, watched intently direction following the cloud front, sniffed the air right and left and then looked Say eyes, both thought were read and in unison said head south toward the midday sun. Veteran hunters used to be understood only with gestures and glances left over words.

Rarely they took this direction, because over there the lush forest was replaced by a rugged and arid scrubland where scarce large animals and only abounded rabbits, hares, partridges, snakes, foxes, turtles and ocellated lizards. Unknown, an intuition or perhaps the mysterious and inescapable destiny, prompted them to take the road south.

Skillful Yunma had made a sling for each of hunters and had taught them to handle. This simple weapon consisting of a strip of resilient and pliable deerskin and was therefore unknown as Iriat Say. Still had not been proven and that flat land covered with wild olive, kermes oak, mastic, palm hearts, rockrose, thyme and rosemary was ideal for hunting with a slingshot. By the way picked boulders Wadi stream and stored in the roe deer skin bag they all had hung waist.

Far away, in the forest of holm oaks, the autumn rutting deer impassioned and forceful butting their branched antlers broke the bucolic peace and silence of those vast landscapes sounded.

Laram was the first to fire his slingshot to a rabbit that had just spot after a rockrose, but failed. The animal pretended not to have heard and remained huddled crestfallen. Iriat then tried his luck and rolled his sling over its head with such power that the stone projectile whistled cutting the air on its way to the rabbit and hit him squarely on the head. He could not believe it. He was fascinated with his new weapon. His companions had not lost any detail and were so fascinated as he was. Gotz was the next to throw a boulder against a partridge. The bird flew away right at the time of shooting and the bullet only grazed its wing. And so one after another released their respective sling, sometimes lucky and sometimes without, until they reached the edge of a cliff and chilling before their eyes appeared something great they had never seen, the sea. Their heart beat wildly in their chest, their breathing quickened and their eyes sparkled spellbound at this marvelous spectacle. They were so ecstatic that ended sitting on the rocks, silent, playing their way and assimilating what they saw for the first time in their life.

 - I want to bathe in the water of this great pool! - Say cried suddenly breaking the silence - Come with me, Tzah? - he invited him holding out his hand.

The drimish hesitated for a few seconds, alternately glanced several times toward his beloved and as many towards the sea, deep breath and decided.

- Come on! - he replied seizing his hand.

They descended a broad and steep crack halved the cliff, while the other three hunters were watching agape sitting on top of the cliff.

After descending through the crack they reached a small cove at the foot of the cliff. Frothy and noisy coming and going waves caressing the fine white sand and it scared them. They thought the sea had own life, one wanted to swallow. The drimish was the most reluctant to get into the water.

- Come on , Tzah, let 's get together.

- Okay, but not away from me. This so big and so blue pool scares me.

While still seeing eye to eye vest deerskin, leather boots bison and panties lynx fur, which were their summer clothes and already naked Say grasped the hand of Tzah and faltering steps removed is they approached the waves. The water kept the heat of summer and when they wet their feet they seemed very pleasant, like a caress. Gradually they penetrated into the sea. Shock waves surprised them and with each one of its gave a little jump. For Say it struck him as very funny and laughed out loud watching the scared face of Tzah. Suddenly he threw water in his face with his hand, fear vanished and the game began between the two men who loved each other with delirium.

Iriat, Laram and Gotz were jealous and ended up joining them. The water was warm and smelled so good, but were surprised that it was salty. That was a paradise cove. None of the five men remembered having once been so happy. Looked great hairy children playing to splash them water to the face and pursued. It was so nice, so pleasant ....

Tzah could not help noticing Iriat genitals, which had shrunk to a minimum with cool water and smiled quietly thinking he had lost nothing by giving up seducing him to lie with him. The other men did not notice these trifles of drimish. Say not cared. He saw Tzah as a female in the body of a male and as a female he treated and loved him. He was just a male who was in love with the extreme femininity of a drimish.

Tzah was unaware that hummolt men had adapted over thousands of generations to the persistent icy cold of the great white continent, that their virile member, once as long as that of the Kartzams, had gradually been reduced to protect from freezing.

The five men were stuffed into the sea more than two hours and none of them were encouraged to leave. They were so comfortable ... Iriat suddenly became serious, he recalled his obligations hunter and gave the order to return to work. Not to get his clothes on wet skin a naked while chatting amiably on the sand on that marvelous experience they had just sauntered live. Under the intense rays of the midday sun and the pleasant sea breeze were soon dry. Then they dressed and went up the cliff to venture back into the bush and continue hunting as they returned to the valley holm oaks.

At sunset they reached the cavern carrying seven rabbits, five partridges, three snakes, two turtles, a rabbit, a wood pigeon, a curlew, a green lizard, two hedgehogs and a vixen. But the best of that day was discovering the sea. They would never forget the fascinating experience. With gestures and words tried to describe women and children immeasurable grandiosity of the blue pool, but even they knew what it was and then dropped to explain it was evident that they could not convey their emotions. Another day soon, hunters would again approach the sea and in spring on a third visit, women and children would take.

That evening organized a big party to celebrate the discovery. The temperature was nice. The cold had not started yet. They sit on flat stones around the fire roasted the colorful game pieces, filled their stomachs with them and already surfeited accompanied by slapping the representation of drimish and guffawed with funny and raunchy lyrics of his songs, his sensual contortions, his extravagant gesticulations and occurrences jester.

The full moon gazed amusedly at the feast of those humans and enlightened them lovingly with their caressing ashen light. In the distance some wolves complained about the noisy revelry, yowling in anger with their powerful voice, and a giant owl perched on a wild olive hooted in rage because the music, the songs, the laughter and the slapping of those pesky monkeys prevented their feathers and erect ears listened to the almost imperceptible steps of the mice that were its food. That night it could not fill its crop until the party was over.


Term expired a few weeks and suddenly the wind changed direction and blew furiously from the north. Really it had started crude fall. During a long moon snowstorms and hail were continuous, one day every other well, and the valley holm oaks covered in a thick white blanket, very nice for the eyes but for blood chill.

Hunters donned their jackets and trousers winter covering their arms and legs, their warm and sturdy leather boots bison coming to their knees were shod, their fur hats wolf that protected them were fitted the freezing ears and covered their shoulders with their big fur cave bear and musk ox.

Hunt was again very difficult, not only because of the freezing cold but also by a shortage of animals. Many of them were hiding in their burrows into hibernation, others had shifted to the warmer southern coasts and in the case of most birds had migrated to the great southern continent for the winter.

The wonderful memory of the sea remained very much alive in the minds and hearts of the hunters, but it was too cold and would have to wait that would improve the time to return to the small cove where they had been so happy.

When finally the wind changed and blew from the warm south, stopped hailstorms and snowstorms, the sky cleared, the sun shone for several weeks and the temperature was pleasant.

One afternoon, on the way back to the cave, Iriat suggested to the other hunters return the next day to visit the sea. The three agreed, it is more, enthusiastic about the idea, especially the young Gotz. Say immediately thought of Tzah, who as a drimish did not go hunting with them and as soon as they arrived he looked for him inside the cave.

 - Tzah, tomorrow we will see again the big blue pool. You come with me, right?

 - Of course, Say! - he exclaimed opening his eyes wide.

The drimish was carrying the small Tariuk. The idea to revisit the sea will suddenly filled with a joy and such great excitement that spontaneously lyrics of a song was invented and began to dance and sing by rhythmically blowing his wooden instrument, thereby achieving the child, his mother Nelut and his father Say broke out laughing .

Oh great blue pool,
you're warm.
Oh great blue pool,
you're too salty.
Oh great blue pool,
you're not quiet
and you make me tickled
in small balls.

And the child continued, "and you make me tickled in small balls." So was his uncle who laughed Tzah delighted that the child had a sense of humor and he could sing loud.

The illusion of the five men to see the sea again was so great that they hardly slept that night. This time they wanted to stay there for several days. The previous evening they had slaughtered two large deer, and the women and children would have enough meat to feed for a week. There was plenty of snow on the outside of the cavern to keep it uncorrupted.

The next day they arose at dawn and, after emptying their bladders and releasing a few gases to relieve their intestines, dressed in haste, took their weapons and headed south, leaving to their left the rising sun that began to peer timidly over the snowy peaks of the east mountains.

Several hours later they were finally at the edge of the cliff. A strong earth wind was blowing that pushed them towards the precipice and they feared to fall to the emptiness. As a precaution, they knelt on the rocks and crawled to the edge. Then they stood up and checked with relief that the great pool was still there, which had not dried in their absence, although this time it seemed enraged, it would foam white and raged again and again at the rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

While deciding whether or not to go down the wide crack that allowed access to the cove, they suddenly thought they heard the voice of a woman who seemed to call one of her children, although they were only able to understand the words "come" and "cave" . It was obvious that she was a female kartzam who spoke in a strange dialect, but could not see her.

- Let's go down! - exclaimed Iriat, the leader of the hunters, who was accustomed to making quick decisions.

- Would not it be wiser to wait a little? - the drimish ventured, fearing that there might be a large group of unfriendly men who might mistake them for attackers.

- Why do not we identify ourselves before coming down hooting like we usually do Kartzams? - suggested the clever Say.

- Good idea, father - nodded his firstborn Gotz.

The five men launched into the air their powerful hooting that seemed to bounce off the sea water that returned it intensified, crashed against the towering walls of the endless cliff and turned into a reverberant echo was heard for a couple of seconds in decrescendo. Then they waited for an answer, but only the furious blows of the waves against the rocks. Again they repeated the kartzam ululation, this time with more power and suddenly they believed they heard the answer from the bottom of the cliff. It was the same woman's voice, and she seemed to be alone, for she alone hooted.

A few seconds later they saw her appear on the sand of the creek looking towards the top of the cliff where they were.

- Are you kartzams? - she asked in their southern dialect, which they understood without problems.

- Yes, we are. Do not be afraid, we come in peace. - the drimish replied in his effeminate voice.

- Get down! - she shouted to them with a gesture with the hand pointing the way of the wide crack.

Tzah knew that almost all the Kartzams interpreted the presence of a drimish like somebody pacific, as it had happened with Yunma and he went ahead to reassure to the woman.

- We are five hunters who have come from far to see this great pool. - he informed - You live here?

- Yes, in this cave. - she replied, pointing to the entrance to her abode, which was at the base of the cliff and looked shallow.

- Are you alone? - Tzah wanted to know, as the other hunters approached.

- No, I live with my two sons. In the summer we were a few more, but one morning a lonely lion came down to the beach, surprised my only daughter playing on the sand and devoured while the three men of the clan were absent. Human flesh seemed to like it and within a few days it returned. My male and his two cousins ​​faced that huge beast, but it was much stronger than them and after a fierce fight ended up killing the three of them. However, despite having slaughtered them, it did not even try them. It was badly wounded and preferred to leave by dragging a broken leg. We have not seen it since.

- You should come with us. You are not sure here. - Say counseled her, silently listening to the terrifying tale.

- You're right. Every day I fear for the lives of my children. I will not let them out of the cave unless I am present. There in case of danger they can climb a stalactite to a hiding place where the wild animals do not arrive.

- And what do you eat? - Laram wanted to know.

- The animals that are raised on the rocks bathed by the water of the sea.

- The sea? Do you mean this great blue pool? - asked Iriat.

- Right. This great saltwater pool is called the sea. Had you never seen her?

- Yes, it was two moons ago, we came here for the first time, but we did not see you. - the mongrel replied.

- I did see you, but I got scared and hid with my children in the cave. I thought you were hummolt. - the woman replied with a glance at the red hair and blue eyes of Iriat.

- I am hummolt, but I grew up in a clan of Kartzams and my two females are kartzam. - Iriat informed him somewhat annoyed feeling alluded.

- We would like to try the animals that live in the pool. - Tzah said softly, trying to break the ice. The poor woman looked very frightened and insecure surrounded by five unknown men.

- Follow me!

They would never have believed that on those rocks bathed by salt water and covered with multicolored algae could be raised edible animals. Tainay, who was the woman's name, showed them how the limpets peeled off, surprising them with a thumbslip. If it was not done so, when noticing that someone touched them, they stuck tightly to the surface of the rock with its muscular foot in the form of a suction cup and it was impossible to detach them without destroying its shell. Little by little the five hunters, now turned into shellfish, learned the trick and got bogged down in limpets. Raw as they were fresh off the rocks were very rich.

But she did not just show them the limpets. On the lateral surfaces of the rocks and under them were mussels, barnacles, oysters, crabs, sea urchins and multicolored algae, which Tainay collected in a large basket of twigs woven with vines. She also showed them how to remove the razors and clams from the sand. The men learned quickly, and soon they had their leather bags full of weeds and strange animals, all but the sea-shells that reminded them of the land snails. "Guntze has to see this." - Iriat thought with a smile as he managed to catch a fleeing crab.

At sunset they had collected so much food that they thought they would have to eat for several days, but Tainay assured them that they would be finished with a sitting.

They entered the cave and there they saw for the first time the two sons of the woman, two children between six and nine springs that fearful of those strangers were kept half hidden behind two stalagmites. Their mother spoke quietly to reassure them, took them by the hand and led them to the men. Tzah was very affable with them and sang them the song of the great blue pool, dancing to the rhythm of the lyrics and giving them rare faces to make them laugh. After a while they had become friends and laughed out loud with the drimish buffoonery. His mother also laughed and relaxed, as she distributed the algae and sea animals on flat stones like trays and with the help of the men placed them on the embers to roast them. Soon the air from the cavern filled with the delicious scent of shellfish cooking. When the clams, oysters, and mussels opened its shells, Tainay knew they were at its point and encouraged the men to try out that varied assortment of seafood.

- Uhmmm, how rich! - they exclaimed, all licking their lips.

Tzah was struck by the fantastic taste of mussels and conch shells, while Say liked the clams and oysters. Laram and Gotz felt all delicious, including seaweed and Iriat was fascinated by the intense taste of sea urchin meat, crabs and barnacles. Within an hour there was a mountain of empty shells around the campfire. The men could not believe that there was nothing left to eat and they were still hungry! Tainay was right, they had all been seated at one sitting.

It was bedtime, and then the hunters took another surprise. The cavern was enormous, much wider and deeper than that of the valley of the holm oaks, with numerous stalactites and stalagmites, many of which had already joined forming columns that helped to support the dome of the cave and numerous lateral cavities in the shape of small additional caves. It also counted on something very valuable: a source of fresh water that never dried and kept always filled with its incessant dripping a small raft of crystalline water located near the entrance. At Tzah the cave loved him and told Say and Iriat that it would be good to move there. Unlike the valley of the holm oaks, now covered by snow, on the southern coast the climate was much warmer and rarely snowed.

The next morning they all got up very excited. They had fallen asleep and were grateful to Tainay for her hospitality. They decided to return the favor by going hunting for a few animals. They made their way up the slope of the cliff and into the rough brush. There was abundant small game, especially rabbits and partridges. The five had acquired a lot of skill with the sling that Yunma had made them, and after a couple of hours a dozen rabbits, two hares, four partridges and two doves had already been hunted.

Back to the cliff cave, as they descended through the wide crack that led down to the cove, they heard the desperate cries of Tainay calling their children. The hunters bristled with every hair on their hairy body, felt a stab in the heart and ran downhill brandishing their weapons convinced that something serious was happening.

They were not mistaken. The gigantic cave lion had returned with its great black mane, its nightmare eyes, its terrifying jaws with sharp fangs, and its great claws capable of burrowing the belly of a horse in a single blow. It raged at the entrance to the cave where the children and their mother had taken refuge. Suddenly it saw the men running towards him and shifted his aim, pouncing in a single jump on Say who fell to the ground on the sand of the beach with the beast on top. The lion was going to crush his head with its huge jaws, but the hunter timed his left arm and the beast snatched it away. Just then the brave Iriat struck the lion in the head with a huge bison's tibia that was his favorite weapon and he undid it, falling dead on Say with his arm amputated in the jaws.

When Tzah saw the gush of blood streaming from the stump of his beloved Say, he uttered a frightful howl that came back in that always silent cove, grabbed the cursed lion by the mane and pulled it aside to be able to help the being that more wanted to. Quickly he pulled the leather sling from his bag and with it he circled the stump and squeezed it with all his might to stop the bleeding. He succeeded, but Say had lost a great deal of blood and was unconscious, which further distressed the drimish, believing that he was dead and weeping over his beloved. Gotz, Say's firstborn, was also crying. He adored his father.

Iriat and Laram remained more whole, but in the background they were also destroyed. The hunters spent the whole day together, from sunrise to sunset and ended up loving each other like brothers. The mongrel warrior was accustomed to blood for all his years as a hunter, and Say did not believe he was dead. He knelt by his lying body, gently pushed away Tzah and rested his ear on the bloodied chest of the wounded man with a hand to silence them.

- His heart beats! He's alive! He's alive! - he exclaimed with great joy.

A few minutes later they had laid Say on a warm musk ox skin inside the cave. Tainay covered his wound with a mixture of dried moss and crushed leaves of sage, thyme and lavender, and covered the poultice with a rabbit's skin so that carrion flies would not lay their eggs on the stump. Everyone was silent and looked at each other with watery eyes. Tzah had lain beside Say and hugged him to warm him. The wounded man had awakened, was very pale from the great hemorrhage and had no strength to speak. He only emitted a pitiful moan by the terrible pain that caused the amputation to him.

Tainay wasted no time, knew plenty of medicinal herbs and remedies for many ailments, and in a few minutes prepared a concoction with crushed and dissolved opium capsules in water that had been heated on a hollowed stone laid on the coals. She threw the medicine in a turtle shell waterproofed with pine resin and gave it to Tzah to try to make him drink the wounded. Iriat lifted his head and the drimish brought the shell to Say's mouth, but he was so bad he did not seem to understand what they were saying. Then Tzah suddenly remembered the story that his grandmother Metzet had told him about the epidemic that decimated half the clan members of the valley of the rising sun, sipped a drink from the brew, brought his lips to Say's and passed him the liquid very slowly from mouth to mouth. The wounded man was swallowing as if it were saliva, and with much patience he ended up taking all the medicine. After half an hour he slept peacefully under the effects of opium.

Tzah did not leave his beloved all afternoon. He only went out a couple of times to pee to return immediately to his side. Meanwhile Tainay skinned, plucked and eviscerated the pieces the men had hunted and stored them for later grilling. Then she prepared more medicine to give to the wounded person at sunset so that he could spend the night without pain.

Iriat, Laram and Gotz went outside the cave, lifted the giant lion of the caves and carried it far away for the vultures and other scavengers to eat. It was a matter of avoiding to attract near the cove to the frightful hyenas stained, so sanguinary or more than the lions.

At sunset, under the restless twinkling light of two steaming torches of pine, they roasted the animals they had hunted and prepared to eat them in silence. Tzah felt a knot of anguish in the throat that drowned him and did not want to eat, but Tainay encouraged to him to chew some meat to give mouth to Say in the form of porridge. The drimish knew very well the man of his life, knew that he liked the meat of wood pigeon. Laram passed one of the already roasted birds. Tzah pulled its thigh apart, tossed the juicy meat into his mouth, chewed it thoroughly until it turned into a thin slice of porridge, and gave Say to his mouth in small portions, encouraging him to swallow his with words of tenderness. Say was very weak, but he felt no pain from the effects of opium and went swallowing the flesh of the bird's thigh and a part of the breast. Then he shook his head and Tzah did not insist. After a while he uttered the word thirst, the drimish understood, sipped some water and slowly passed it into his mouth in a new kiss of love.

Later he gave him a new dose of poppy concoction in the same way, then lay down beside him, hugged him warm, and spent the night covered by warm musk ox skin.

The next day Iriat felt a strange anguish for his children, especially for Guntze, and said he wanted to return to the valley of the holm oaks, which feared that the women and children would have attacked some beasts in their absence. Laram and Gotz agreed. They also had family to protect and feed. So that same morning the three of them departed back home with the promise of returning in spring with all the members of the clan to settle to live in the cave of Tainay. The woman was delighted with the idea. With the protection of men and the help of other women their children would be more likely to survive and over time could pair up with two of the young females that would come with the group.


As soon as the three hunters left for the valley of the holm oaks, poor Say began to shiver and rave. He was feverish. Tzah was distressed and exhausted. He had practically not slept at all in the night pending of any movement or moaning of his beloved. Not knowing what to do, he called Tainay that he had gone out for a moment to make her needs out of the cave. The Kartzams were very neat in this. They tried to urinate and defecate on the outside to keep their home clean and livable. Otherwise, the air in the cavern would become thinner and end up being unbreathable by the poisonous gases generated by the decomposition of excrements and urine.

Tainay touched Say's forehead, winced, and ran for the fever. In one of the cave-like small side-room caves she kept a large assortment of herbs, roots, barks, tubers, flowers, and dried fruit. She picked a handful of leaves and dried willow flowers, crushed them in the hollow of a rock with a boulder rolled into mortar, threw them into a stone that had the natural shape of a small vessel, added a little water source and heated the mixture by placing the stone on the embers. When it began to boil, she took it out of the fire with the help of two fragments of cork oak bark to protect her hands from the burns, let the infusion cool a little, filtered it with a bunch of dry hay and already cleaned of impurities she tossed it into a turtle shell and handed it to Tzah.

The drimish did not even try to give Say a drink. The poor man was in a stupor close to the coma that prevented him from collaborating and again had to supply the medicine word of mouth. After an hour the fever dropped, stopped shivering and fell asleep.

Tainay knew that the effect against the pain of the poppy infusion that the wounded had taken the night before would soon cease and in prevention she prepared a new dose to give it to him when he woke up. Just as she finished preparing it, he woke up from the piercing pain of the tearing of the amputation and began to complain. Tzah supplied the bitter concoction again by word of mouth, and as soon as it was done, Tainay changed the plaster of moss, sage, thyme, and lavender into a new one.

The children had spent all morning picking up sea animals and had enough food. Tzah chewed the meat of several oysters until it became papilla and gave it to the mouth to Say with the hand in small portions. Then he did the same with the meat of half a dozen clams until the wounded man said no with his head and asked for some water. The drimish gave it word of mouth and then lay down beside him and hugged him to warm him.

While guarding the wounded, Tzah and Tainay took advantage to tell their lives, including the most intimate details. At times they laughed and sometimes they cried, but the end result was the birth of a great friendship between that solitary woman and the drimish that would last throughout their life.

Tainay had never met a man-woman, but she knew of his existence by the tales of his two grandmothers. She had not had a male for many months, and she could not see clearly that Tzah did not like females. The drimish was handsome, strong and absolutely charming, and suddenly Tainay wanted to lie with him, but she did not say anything to him, nor did she suggest that she understood that he loved Say and was exhausted.

Days passed and miraculously, with the good care and medicine of the young healer and Tzah's great affection, Say's wound began to heal. It no longer suppurated and disappeared the ugly stench it gave off. One afternoon he told his beloved drimish that he wanted to see the great blue pool. Tzah almost burst into tears of joy and with the help of Tainay they took him out of the cave and sat him on a flat stone like a bench. Say smiled and the tears burst with emotion.

- I want to take a bath. - he said to his beloved Tzah, looking into his eyes.

The hunter had always loved the water. When the hunters went out hunting, he used any creek or pool to bathe, even in the middle of winter. It was still a few weeks before spring began, but the sun was high in the sky and it was not cold. Tzah looked into Tainay's eyes, read the thought and both agreed without words. They undressed Say, undressed them too without shame and the three of them went into the sea until the water reached the height of the navel.

Say smelled very badly after so many days sweating and doing his needs on his bed of musk ox skin. Tainay then looked at Tzah and, with gestures rather than words, made him understand that they should wash the wounded man, but he did not allow the stump to get wet with salt water. So the drimish on one side and the woman on the other, while holding him so he would not fall, with the other hand were scrubbing the dirt of his body. The wounded man closed his eyes with a smile. He felt immense pleasure. Those two loving hands caressing more than rubbing his head, his face, his neck, his chest, his back, his armpits, his belly, his buttocks, his thighs and his intimate parts caused him a great excitement and suddenly, after more than a month of abstinence, he discharged his manhood with a great crash as if he were fertilizing the great pool he loved so much. Tzah and Tainay looked into each other's eyes and smiled. This was an unmistakable sign that Say was better, far better, and would certainly survive the terrible amputation.

That night the woman was so excited by Say's ejaculation that she could no longer suppress her desire to lie with Tzah, she approached the bed that the drimish shared with her beloved, lifted the bear-skin rug from the caverns that covered and lay down at his side. Tzah had fallen asleep deep and woke up with the caresses of Tainay, believed that he was caressing his beloved and let himself be done. Suddenly, listening to Say's snoring, he realized that it was not his hand, he was frightened and made a gesture of getting up.

- Tchissss ... I am Tainay. - the woman whispered him - I want to lie with you.

- I've never lain with a female, Tainay. I do not think I could. - he assured her, also whispering the drimish.

- Do not be afraid, I'll help you.

The experienced hands and warm lips of the woman achieved the miracle and Tzah lay for the first time in his life with a female without his beloved and the two children did not notice anything. All three slept soundly. The furtive encounters between the drimish and the woman were repeated over the following nights until Say regained the strength and desire to lie with his beloved drimish and then he rejected Tainay, she understood and did not insist. In her belly was growing the one who would be the only son of Tzah, the son of a drimish. That would be the great secret of her life. No one would ever know the truth. Tainay would keep her whole life in the depths of her heart.

Half a day's journey inland, in the valley of the holm oaks, life continued its rhythm without any start. Iriat's bad feeling had been only the product of his anguish. When the three hunters reached the cave they found their whole family safe and sound. The drama came an instant later.

- And my brother, and my Say? Why do not they come with you? - Nelut asked Iriat.

- They had to stay there. Say suffered a wound. - the mongrel informed her in a trembling voice. The man had such a frank and noble character that he was incapable of lying, let alone the matriarch.

- A wound? Tell me the truth.

Iriat narrated to all the terrible attack of the giant lion of the caves. Nelut wanted her male, even though they had not been lying together for years, and she burst into tears in anguish, convinced that Say would not survive the awful amputation. It was still two long moons before the cold winter was over, and the matriarch did not want to wait for the good weather. She wanted to meet her man as soon as possible to help save him.

A few weeks later one morning dawned with the clear sky, a warm breeze from the southeast was blowing and the sun was shining brightly. Nelut did not hesitate for a moment and gave the order to leave. With luck they would reach the cliff before sunset. Both the adults and the children carried everything they could carry with them, and, accompanied by Eimet, the faithful wolf of Guntze, they set off to the south. A new stage of their hazardous life was beginning.


Nelut, at her advanced age of thirty-seven springs, had grown fat, and she was hard for her to walk, and still more, for those rugged landscapes covered with rocks and shrubs. Her eldest son, Gotz, lent her his shoulder so that she would lean on him, and so gradually, resting every now and then, they approached the coast. The women took advantage of the stops to pick up gammon and asparagus tubers for dinner.

In the middle of the afternoon they began to smell the delicious scent of the sea, and Gotz encouraged his mother, assuring her that there was little left to go. Nelut sweated copiously and snorted at the effort, but was determined to arrive and almost at sunset she got it.

They approached with caution at the edge of the cliff, all on all fours for the fear of falling, and there, before their marvelous eyes, appeared at last the desired blue pool.

- Is not it pretty, Mother?"

- Yes, Gotz. It's as big and as blue as you described it to me and it smells so good ..... How much water! No matter how much we drink we will not dry it.

- Hahaha. This water can not be drunk, Mother. It is very salty, but for your aching bones it will be very good.

All in unison threw their powerful howling Kartzam into the air and after a few moments they heard the response from the bottom of the cliff. They were Tzah and Tainay who beckoned them down the crevasse that gave access to the cove. Gotz wanted to run to them to know as soon as his father was, but he restrained himself and helped his mother descend.

The drimish came out to meet them and when he saw his beloved sister, he burst into tears of joy. Nelut also wept and caressed tenderly the abundant black hair of Tzah. They wanted with all their soul.

- How's my Say? - she asked in a trembling voice, convinced that he would tell her he had died.

- Your male is fine. The wound has almost healed. He's resting in there. Come with me. He will be very happy to see you. - he said grabbing her hand.

Say had risen to hear the howling and had approached the entrance of the cave. When he saw Nelut coming from Tzah's hand, he began to cry like a child. His female caressed her bearded cheek and also her tears leaped. She was impressed a lot by the stump of his amputated arm but did not say anything about it in order not to increase his pain.

- I thought I did not see you again, my man. - she assured him, looking at him tenderly.

- Neither do you, my female. - he answered in a trembling voice. - This woman has healed me. She knows a lot of herbs. - He pointed to Tainay with his only hand.

- Are you Tainay?

- Yes, I am.

- My son Gotz has spoken very highly of you.

The two women looked into each other's eyes and smiled, as they placed their right hand over the other's head in sign of affection and consideration.

- Thank you for healing my male, Tainay. From this moment I, as matriarch of the clan, I appoint you great sorceress. My brother Tzah will help you to dress as you should according to the customs and traditions of the Kartzams.

Iriat, Laram, and Gotz, during the stops on the long road to the south, had hunted a dozen rabbits, three hares, five partridges, two hedgehogs, a curlew and two wood pigeons with the idea of ​​giving them to Tainay.

Under the uneasy light of two torches of pine-wood, the women skinned, plucked, and eviscerated the game, while the men, taking advantage of the last sunset lights, carried abundant dry firewood from the nearby thicket and lit a large bonfire on the sand right in front of the mouth of the cave.

The drimish, meanwhile, following the orders of the matriarch, made up Tainay smearing her face with white clay and blackening the outline of eyes and lips with charcoal of elderberry. Then he cut a long strip of deer's leather and made numerous holes with a hard and thin spear point, striking each of them with a plume of wood pigeon. With a pleased face, he circled Tainay's abundant black hair with the feathered turban and smiled at how good it was. There was no need to surround her neck with a collar made with the phalanges strung from the hands of Hummolts, but in the valley of the holm oaks they had never faced the fearsome white men of the forest and they did not have these bones. Then Tzah thought it would serve a necklace made with the phalanxes of the claws of a cave bear, and he remembered that his sister had stuck the last one they had slaughtered.

- Nelut, did you remember to take the necklaces?

- Of course, Tzah. I carry them all in my bag.

- Those of cavalry phalanxes too?

- Yes all. Choose the one you like best.

Tzah chose the one that seemed most beautiful and immediately placed it around the neck of Tainay. And only it is missing cover their shoulders with the skin of a bear cub. The woman had a few stored in the cave and Tzah chose the best. After putting it on the shoulders, he walked a few steps and smiled. He had done a good job and the woman looked like a real sorceress.

- Lacks a stick with the skull of a fox. - Nelut informed.

- Do you have any, Tainay? - he asked the drimish.

- Yeah, look at that pile.

That night, under the livid ashen light of the crescent moon and the rhythmic and soothing lapping waves of the sea, while animals and asphodel and asparagus tubers roasting on the embers of the bonfire, the Nelut matriarch posed her right hand on the head of Tainay and with her powerful voice named her officially great sorceress of the clan. She was very excited and her eyes sparkled owl lit by the flames. Following the appointment took a deep breath and began to speak to her numerous expectant audience.

- Oh spirits of our kartzam ancestors dwell forever on the moon and the stars, watch for us from beyond the grave and give us healthy and strong children! - she cried so loudly the flaming great sorceress with her strong southern accent, raising her staff fox into the sky.

At the end of her prayer she sat on the sand around the fire right next to Say. The matriarch then carefully looked at the pieces of meat to see if they were at their best, grabbed the hindquarters of a partridge and walked to where Tainay.

- Great sorceress, feed this meat to make your life long and can ensure many years for our health and good luck! - she said with affection, grateful for having saved the life of her man.

- So I will, great matriarch. -she said clutching meat and taking a bite of one thigh.

- Eat! - then she ordered the matriarch and all pounced on the viands, except for Say, who waited for his drimish get half woodpigeons, meat he liked.

After a feast with the juicy meat and the sweet and creamy tubers, the time came for Tzah's performance. Luckily Nelut had remembered to bring his necklace of colored pebbles, his rabbit-skin turban, his chamois bone flute, and his wooden instrument from the valley of the holm oaks.

Under the light of a torch, while other members of the clan chatted amiably around the campfire, the skillful Yunma cut him as she could his beard with a sharp silex knife to a female resembled as much as possible, she on makeup face yellow clay and around the eyes and mouth with red clay, she surrounded his black hair that was beginning to go gray with turban rabbit fur, adorned his neck collar colored stones and covered his shoulders his showy fur coat spotted hyena. Tzah then grabbed his wooden instrument with one hand and chamois bone flute with the other and left the cave dancing, singing and rhythmically sounding their instruments.

As he circled around the fire, he stopped first at his sister, looked into her eyes and put his right hand over her head, then did the same with Tainay and then kissed the forehead to the great love of his life and he was ready to give the prettiest of performances. He sang all the kartzam songs remembered, both sad and joyous, danced waddling lasciviously at her beloved Say and winked as a sign of affection, leaving the end their new song dedicated to the sea, although slightly changed by the circumstances.

Oh great blue pool,
you give us food.
Oh great blue pool,
you make us laugh.
Oh great blue pool,
we clean the dirt
and you tickle us,

Then he waved his hand to the small Tariuk, who was lying on the lap of his father and the child continued. "In the small balls" And they all burst out laughing, especially Say, who shagged his baby against his chest with his one arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek, as he burst into tears of pure joy. The Eimet wolfling, which was lying at the foot of the child, seemed to understand the joy of its herd of humans and also congratulated its little master licking his face.

The new clan cliff already had twenty-five members. In a few months Yunma, fertilized by Gotz, give birth number twenty-six, in summer give birth for the second time the two hummolt twin fertilized by Laram and autumn the number twenty-born. He give birth the great sorceress. No one would ever know who had fertilized one drimish.


Say's wound took a few weeks to heal completely. With the affection and care of Tzah, Nelut and Tainay and his good character the fierce hunter managed to overcome gradually the painful psychic trauma of the amputation and adapted very well to his new physical limitation. When one morning the brand-new sorcerer removed the plaster of moss, sage, thyme and lavender, and found a completely healthy new skin covering the muscles, bone, arteries, veins and nerves torn by the powerful jaws of the lion , ended the cure and no longer covered the stump.

- Say, you're already cured. You can bathe in the sea when you want. - she told his to cheer him up.

- Thank you, Tainay. - he replied excitedly giving her a broad smile.

Tzah looked at him with affectionate eyes and without saying anything grabbed his one hand and dragged him to the outside of the cave. A radiant sun shone, the sea was calm and the air smelled of life. Spring had just begun. The two men approached the edge of the beach, stood on the sand at the water's edge, looked at each other in silence for a long time and ended up hugging each other. Tzah then undressed first Say and then himself and they both clasped hands in their beloved blue pool until the water reached the height of the neck. Say was immensely happy feeling his whole body lovingly caressed by the cool liquid in continuous movement, sucking the delicious aroma to sea and above all reading in the eyes of Tzah the immense affection that he professed.

- I love you, Tzah. - he whispered excitedly.

- And I to you, Say. - the drimish replied with two tears running down his cheeks.

Nelut, Tainay, Yunmah, the two hummolt twins and the two kartzam females of Iriat watched them in silence, as excited as they. The hunters had departed at dawn to their daily work of supplying the clan of flesh and the children played in the sand around their mothers. The cliff faces east and every morning they see the bright sunrise behind the distant horizon of water.

- Matching them was the best decision of my life. - Nelut suddenly said, almost whispering with her reddish hair and blue-green mongrel eyes lit by the horizontal rays of the rising sun.

The other women remained silent with their fixed eyes on the pair of men, feeling envious of that love so beautiful. They loved their males and they in their way to them as well, but what they had before their eyes was something that touched the unattainable, something that could only exist in dreams.

Nelut had never fallen in love. She was very fond of her male Say, whom she had matched by his insistence and his good heart, but she had never felt for him anything like love. Actually in the most intimate and hidden of her soul he loved the women, like Veshnei, the grandmother of her stepfather Etoz and great-grandmother of Tzah and Laram, although she was not aware of it.

One afternoon, several days later, Nelut went for a walk on the sand of the beach in the company of the sorceress. The matriarch was six springs greater than Tainay, although at first glance they looked about the same age. From the time she had reached the cavern of the cliff, Nelut had lost considerable weight, perhaps because of her newfound desire to go out on the sand and stay more active, advised by the sorceress, instead of lying all day on her bed. cave bear skin. She had recovered part of her slenderness and disturbing mongrel beauty. She surpassed Tainay in a span, as was the case with the mongrels, who combined the robustness of the Hummolts and the slimness of the Kartzams, and their hybrid blood made them grow taller than their two progenitors. This became more apparent in females.

It was not cold and they walked barefoot, feeling the pleasant sensation of the fine white sand beneath their feet. Suddenly Nelut tripped over a half-rotten pine branch that the sea had dragged down to the beach. She was going to fall forward but Tainay reacted in time, grabbed her hand and kept her from losing her balance. They no longer let go. The matriarch looked with affection at the sorceress to thank her with her eyes and a smile her prompt reaction and suddenly felt something intense that made her heart beat hard in her chest, a strange rush, an unknown emotion, a pleasant disorder and then she swallowed. Tainay felt the same and also swallowed. The two women continued walking slowly, looking forward, with the same smiling expression on their faces illuminated by the evening sun. Hand in hand they experienced a wonderful sense of complicity, of communion with each other, of absolute intimacy, as if their two souls had merged into one. They had just fallen in love like two teenagers without really being aware of it.

From that day on, they became inseparable. They did it all together and every afternoon they took a big walk on the sand holding hands. They went as far as possible until they passed a great rock that broke the beach in two, and, out of sight of the other members of the clan, they looked into each other's eyes, embraced with tenderness, and remained so until the sun was ready hide on the horizon. That tender and innocent love was the most beautiful thing they had ever experienced in their harsh lives of sacrificed breeding females. Tainay had loved her dead male and had wanted Tzah too, but she had never felt anything so intense, so intimate and so beautiful by a woman.

In one of their walks she took Nelut's hand and laid it on her belly so she knew she was pregnant, but she did not tell her who the father was. The matriarch thought that perhaps her male had fertilized her before dying under the lion's jaws shortly before they reached the cove of the cliff and asked no questions. She loved her with all its consequences. She would help her to give birth and raise her child, and nothing would separate them.

One day the youngest of Nelut's four daughters walked out of the cavern chasing an ocellated lizard and discovered her mother and sorceress sitting very close together on the sand, looking into each other's eyes and giving a long kiss. Surprised and perplexed, she ran to her father and uncle Tzah and told them what she had just seen. The two men were surprised, too, but then they understood and smiled coyly. They knew the girl would tell the women too and they did not stop her from doing so. They wanted Nelut to be happy, to love Tainay without hiding, as they did not.

The matriarch and the sorceress took courage in the situation and after half an hour appeared holding hands as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They said nothing, they had no reason to explain. Neither pair was paired with a male. They were therefore free women and in freedom they would love in their own way.

From that day they went to sleep together under the same blanket of musk ox skin. No one got into them, not even children asked questions. They were the two most powerful women in the clan, after all. At her almost thirty-eight springs at last Nelut was happy.


Early in the morning Yunma, aided by Tainay and Nelut, gave birth to Gotz's eldest son. The teenager was exultant with joy. He was already a father with only fifteen springs. Before going out hunting with the other men he wanted to see his son. Yunma was breast-feeding for the first time and opened the fox fur around the trembling baby's body so that Gotz could see him. He was a healthy, sturdy and handsome boy. His young father's eyes shone with emotion and he looked enraptured at his offspring.

- What are you going to call him, Yunma? - he asked almost whispering, as they approached Say and Tzah, the brand new grandfather and uncle-grandfather of the newborn, who also wanted to see him.

- I'll call him Endiak, the son of the sea. You like?

- I like very much. - replied the boy, while filing in memory the name of his first-born.

- It's a name full of strength, like the sea itself. - said the drimish.

Iriat and Laram were waiting for Gotz out of the cave with his weapons prepared to enter the thicket and start the day of hunting. The boy took a while to get out but they knew the reason and did not become impatient. As he appeared on the threshold of the entrance they congratulated him effusively with a loud kartzam ululation striking his back with the hand. Gotz could not be proud. He could not be happier. Now he had a powerful motive for going out hunting: feed his female and his son Endiak.

That morning Say helped Tzah carry firewood to fuel the fire. Although he had only one arm, he was still very strong and dragged large branches to the entrance of the cave. Once there, with the help of one of his feet, he broke it into smaller pieces and threw them on the coals that remained lit the night before.

As the females always did after childbirth, Yunma had to eat the placenta to give him the strength to produce abundant milk, but raw was very difficult to chew and the Kartzams got used to roasting it to make it more tender and digestible. So when Tainay came out with the bloody placenta of Yunmah in her hands, Say flattened the embers and the sorceress threw her on to be roasted. With the help of a club, she turned it around a couple of times, and when she thought it was already at its point, she threw it with the same suit and carried it into the cave to give it to the woman in childbirth. She had to eat it whole, leaving nothing. Not finishing it was a bad omen. The baby could die or grow weak and sickly.

Yunma made a great effort and after a long hour chewing with reluctance she managed to finish it. The truth is that seasoning with a little salt was quite good, it tasted like grilled liver. The women got salt by picking up the one that crystallized on the coastal rocks roasted by the radiant southern sun.

At mid-afternoon the three hunters loaded with the pieces they had slaughtered. Gotz was anxious to see his female and his firstborn again. In his bag he was carrying a treat for Yunma: two handfuls of blueberries and two of blackberry berries. He knew they were her favorite fruits.

When his female saw him appear on the threshold of the cavern gave him a sweet smile. She loved his young male. The truth is that Gotz made himself loved. He was the tenderness made man. Always, without exception, he remembered his beloved female and on the return of the day of hunting he brought a small detail, a fruity, anything that she might like: a little pebbles of colors, a sea conch, pretty flowers that smell good or some candy to eat.

When Gotz offered her the little fruits he had so fondly collected for her, Yunma opened her eyes wide, her mouth filled with saliva, she took the small fruits from her male hand, put them on a rabbit's skin and she ate them one by one, savoring them slowly, with a happy expression of pleasure. Making her female happy made the boy happy. He loved her with all his soul.

To Yunma those delicious and refreshing berries made her feel wonderful, after the bundle of roasted placenta in the morning. They served to remove the taste of blood that had remained in her mouth. As she ate them, as if to thank him for the detail, she encouraged Gotz to hold little Endiak in his arms and wrapped him in fox fur. The boy went outside the cave to better see his son's face in the evening light and went to his mother who was nearby, picking some skins.

- Look, mother, your grandson has red hair like you. - he said proudly showing her the head of Endiak illuminated by the rays of the sun.

- He is half hummolt like me, then. - she answered with a smile.

The matriarch then lowered her head and two large tears slipped down her cheeks. She had just remembered her beloved mother Uloh and missed her. Would she still be alive? She asked with a lump in her throat. Suddenly she wanted to see her again before she died, and she made a firm decision to make the long journey north as soon as spring came.

A few weeks later the hummolt twins were born with only three days difference. Ritzah gave birth to a female and Nunlay a male. They already had a pair of them each. Laram loved his two females equally. They were so similar that many times did not distinguish them and was wrong name. They loved their male, were not jealous of each other and were happy with their role of breeding females. They did not know anything else or aspire to anything else. It was what they had learned in the hummolt clan where they had been brought up.

Nelut and Tainay continued to love each other like the first day, and each evening they went out for a walk on the sand in complete privacy. That walk had become routine. For them it was like a drug that they needed to take a new dose every day. The witch's belly was enlarged by leaps and bounds. Her legs had been filled with thick varicose veins, and soon the time would come for her to give birth.

In one of the walks with her beloved Nelut suddenly felt the first contraction, precisely when further away were from the cave. Soon the water broke, the amniotic fluid slid down her legs and within a few minutes the contractions became so intense and frequent that she could no longer walk back to the cave. She squatted on the sand helped by Nelut and prepared to light the son of the drimish.

Suddenly, without knowing why, she felt the desire to reveal the truth to her beloved and told her who the father of the child was about to give birth. The matriarch was so surprised that she was blocked for a few seconds. She could not believe that her brother drimish had been able to lie with a female. "It was my fault, he did not want to, I had to use all my woman's cunning to get his flap to harden. Tzah is so beautiful ..." - Tainay assured her in a trembling voice, as if she were confessing a serious crime.

Nelut swallowed. In her heart there was a strange, yet powerful, contradictory feeling, half jealous of her brother, half-tenderness for him, and at the same time she felt betrayed, deceived, not only by Tainay for not telling her the truth from the beginning, but also by Tzah for his lack of confidence towards her, because since children had always told everything.

The matriarch was very intelligent, she had a big heart and wanted madly both her brother and Tainay. In a few seconds she reacted, thinking that she had no right to recriminate anything they had done in the past and suddenly knew what to do. She left the woman in the sand with her contractions, and went a long way to the cavern, enough for Tzah to hear her screams.

- Tzah, come right away. I want you to see one thing! - she called to him to see him appear after an wilt olive tree loaded with a great bundle of wood.

- I'm coming, sister! - he said softly.

The lucky drimish was completely alone at that very moment. Say was trying to pull out a dry pine branch to take it to the cave, and the women were collecting rock mussels, oysters, sea urchins and sea urchins on very distant rocks bathed by sea water.

Tzah had thirty-five springs and was in fullness as a man. As he walked on the sand to meet his sister with his thick body illuminated by the rays of the sun and his dark hair and his beard crowded in the air swirled by the warm breeze that blew from the sea, Nelut stared at him with her powerful eyes blue-eyed, not like her sister but with eyes and heart of a female and yes, really her brother was very beautiful and desirable, a temptation almost irresistible to any woman. She swallowed, took a deep breath and prepared to meet Tzah.

- What is it, sister?

- Your son is about to be born.

- My son?

- Yes, the one you fathered in Tainay's womb.

Nelut threw it in his face with some acrimony, like a stone in the face. The drimish swallowed and did not respond. Suddenly he remembered the furtive meetings he had with which she would one day be the sorceress and understood. Until then she had believed that Tainay was pregnant with her deceased male and had not suspected that he was responsible for that pregnancy.

In complete silence, one beside the other, they went to where Tainay was. The fetus was already peeking out of its bloody little head between the legs of its mother lit by the horizontal rays of the setting sun. The experienced Nelut grasped it, pulled it gently by turning it to one side to facilitate the exit of one shoulder, then did the same with the other shoulder and in a last effort Tainay gave birth to a precious boy full of life, who did not cry, only cleared his throat to breathe the mucus that kept him from breathing, and remained calm in his mother's lap, who cried and laughed at the same time of pure joy.

Tzah was crying, too. He was deeply moved. He would never have thought that one day he would see his son, the son of a drimish, the son of a man-woman. Nelut caressed his bearded cheek and kissed her forehead, whispering, "Do not fear, I will never reveal your secret, and Tainay will not."

- I will call him Sindru, the son of the sunset. - exclaimed the exhausted mother suddenly, after expelling the placenta.


A few weeks later the winter began suddenly with a great blizzard that, towards the north, in the valley of the rising sun and the valley of the holm oaks, covered the forests with a thick layer of snow and in the coasts of the south raged the sea raising waves gigantic rattles that raged against the cliff, and some penetrated several meters into the cave. Hunting was very dangerous and looking for mollusks and crustaceans on the rocks was a suicide. The twenty-nine members of the clan remained inside the cave for a long week. They had been forerunners, and they had plenty of rhizomes, tubers, acorns, hazelnuts, walnuts, pine cones, blackthorns, hawthorn small aples, and dried wild olives stored in one of the side concavities they used as a pantry. The matriarch was the one in charge of dose what could be eaten each day so that the reserves extended to them the maximum of days without getting to starve. To kill the time they entertained opening the pineapples near the fire to consume the pine nuts collected on deer skins.

On the eighth day of the storm, in the afternoon, the icy wind finally subsided, and at almost sunset the sky cleared and the star king managed to shine for half an hour before disappearing behind the horizontal west line. During the night the waves were gradually losing their bravery and at dawn the next day the sea dawned calmly and the sky showed an intense blue color clear of clouds.

All adults and older children, except for Yunma and Ritzah who remained inside the cavern taking care of the babies, came out with several baskets of vines, interwoven with Tainay's clever hands and a few leather bags with the intends to collect the maximum number of sea urchins and feast on something tastier than stale acorns, roasted tubers, pine nuts and dry olives.

At noon the shellfishers finished the collection of seafood and went inside the cavern to roast them on the embers of the campfire. Two hours later they had finished with all the delicious food that the great blue puddle had given them, and then, full and happy, they kept talking and playing with the children until sunset.

The next day the calm weather continued, and the hunters were able to leave the hunt warm with their thick, warm garments made by the women.

During the following weeks the sun shone every day and little by little, almost without realizing it, the air became warmer and began the longed spring. For the matriarch it was time to leave for the valley of the rising sun to see her old mother Uloh, if she still lived. A bright morning departed to the north with her brothers Tzah and Laram and two of her four daughters with the idea of ​​arriving that same afternoon in a first stage of the trip to the valley of the holm oaks.

The two men knew the way well. They had been on several occasions. They arrived in the middle of the afternoon and upon entering the cavern an intense odor well known by them made them bristle all the hairs of their body. "Bears!" - exclaimed Tzah in a low voice and without thinking twice they hurried out and entered the holm oak. For a long time they were huddled and in complete silence behind some woods, from which they could see the entrance of the cave, waiting for some bear to come out of the caverns, but everything seemed to be calm. Sunset was approaching and in a couple of hours they should make a decision: daring to enter their old home to spend the night in a sheltered place or look for rocks facing south that allowed them to be sheltered from the cold wind of north.

The choking growls of an enormous bear calling to their cubs startled them only about thirty paces. Fortunately, the wind came to them and the strong human scent of the beast's fine nose. With a lump in their throat they watched as the family of ursids plunged into the cavern that now was their lair. They would have to spend the night under the stars.

- Tzah, do you remember the cave of the Hummolts where you and Say found Nunlay? - Laram asked his brother.

- Yes, I remember well and not far. We could spend the night there. - the drimish replied.

- Let's go.

The sun was setting. They would have to hurry if they wanted to reach the cave without getting lost in the labyrinth of the dense oak. Luckily the moon was in a crescent and its livid ashen light was enough for their seasoned eyes to walk in the fuzzy gloom of the forest. In an hour they stood before the cave of the Hummolts. No one had occupied it, and the intense scent of its former inhabitants had dissipated with the passage of time. Now it smelled musty, moldy soil, stagnant air, that is, the cave. The hides of musk ox and bear were still in place and seemed to be preserved quite well. They would be very useful to protect them from the cold.

They collected dry firewood from the surrounding area and lit a fire inside the grotto to roast the two rabbits that Tzah and Laram had hunted with their slings during their journey from the cliff. It was not much meat, but enough to appease the stomach of the five.

They passed the night without start and when the sun came up, as soon as it dawned, they set out on the way to the valley of the rising sun. At noon they came to the river which supplied the members of their old clan with water. The old walnut tree was still as imposing and lush as it had been for seventeen springs. When Nelut saw it, she remembered when Say was left at the foot of its trunk on that unfortunate day when the matriarch threw them out of the clan. As she caressed its rough bark, her eyes were moistened by the emotion of memory. It had been so long ... Had the evil matriarch Daylay been alive? - she wondered with the thought.

After half an hour they were stationed behind some rocks watching the clutter of women and children entering and leaving the cave. They did not recognize any of the adult females, among which were probably their sisters. A crooked old-haired old woman suddenly stepped out of the cave, walking on small steps, leaning on a cane with one hand and on the shoulder of one girl with the other, and sat down on a rock to catch the morning sun. For her dress she seemed to be the matriarch. Some children who were playing chase ran past her, one of them accidentally punched her and she rebuked him. Listening to her voice the heart of Nelut skipped. She had just recognized her mother.

- Mother! - called her crazy with joy, as she ran towards the old woman.

- Nelut! Are you, my daughter? - she asked, staring into space.

- Yes, mother, I am your daughter. - she answered as she grasped the hands that the old Uloh had extended towards her.

- My daughter from the forest! Come closer so I caress you and smell you. My eyes are clouded and I can not see you.

Uloh had lost her sight for a couple of springs. With both hands she stroked her daughter's face and then she smelled her reddish mongrel hair.

- Yes, you're my firstborn. Your hair is still smelling the same. - cried the old woman, as she laid her right hand on Nelut's head, and she did the same with her mother.

Two streams of tears sprang from the eyes of the two women. They still loved each other with all their soul.

- Mother, do you remember me? I'm your drimish son. - Tzah said in a voice trembling with emotion.

- Yes, of course I remember my little man-woman. - Uloh answered, stroking his bearded cheek.

Laram also greeted his mother. She stroked his face and smelled his hair, but she did not recognize him, but she did not say anything to keep him from being despised. Her memory, like her eyes, had also clouded and did not remember the youngest of her ten children.

Only three moons after casting them out of the clan, the evil matriarch Daylay died of strange fevers and Uloh was chosen by the older females as her surrogate. For seventeen years she had held the position of supreme authority. She was a fair, prudent and good matriarch, and everyone loved and respected her. The fact that she had remained blinded in no way diminished her functions, for she was perfectly well informed of all that had taken place, and her wise counsel and wise decisions had maintained the peace and well-being of the Kartzams of the valley of the rising sun.

Etoz, the father of Tzah and Laram and stepfather of Nelut, had died five years ago by wounds caused by a pair of spotted hyenas, who attacked the hunters to steal a bison they had just killed. When the men managed to kill them, one piercing its heart with a spear of deer's horn and the other with a stony sting in the head, Etoz had his neck torn and they could do nothing to save his life.

Visitors were welcomed as if they were five more members of the rising sun clan. The matriarch Uloh did so and everyone complied with her decision. Their seven brothers and sisters were still alive, but after seventeen years of separation they only remembered Nelut, their older sister, who had been to them as a second mother. They two grandmothers, Aileh and Metzet, had long since died.

That night the matriarch wanted to celebrate the reunion with her children and her two granddaughters organizing a big party. In the valley of the rising sun there was no drimish, among other reasons because the hunters despised them for their effeminacy and their supposed cowardice. Uloh was very excited to hear the old songs of the Kartzams sung by her son Tzah. Since the death of her mother Aileh, no one had ever sung them again.

So all afternoon the women and children carried dry firewood from the nearby oak tree and formed a large mound with it just in front of the entrance to the cave. Meanwhile the clan hunters, accompanied by Tzah and Laram, took their weapons and entered the thicket of the forest with the idea of ​​hunting a large animal. After a few hours they returned loaded with a great male boar that had felled Tzah with a sure shot. Neither man knew nor suspected that he was drimish. With cunning he had perfectly imitated the harsh gestures of the hunters and had brutalized his voice to take away his effeminacy. They would not take them long to get a big surprise.

Returning from the hunt, Tzah entered the cave accompanied by his sister Nelut and his mother Uloh, with the excuse of telling the vicissitudes of their hazardous lives, although in reality they were looking for alone, while the hunters by order of the matriarch they lit a great bonfire and the women opened the belly of the boar, they removed the viscera, discarding the bladder, the stomach and the intestines, that two of them took away from the cavern to be eaten by the vultures, and the bristles of its leathery skin seared with the flame of several burning branches.

Tzah narrated to his mother his life of drimish in the valley of the holm oaks and in the cavern of the cliff without omitting his pairing with Say and the birth of his unique son Sindru. Nelut explained that she had given her six grandchildren and a great-grandson and that she was now the matriarch of the clan. She did not tell her about her pairing with Tainay, for she thought her old mother would not understand that two women could love each other, as if she understood the love between two men.

After a long conversation, Nelut trimmed her brother's beard with a sharp silex knife, made up his face with yellow clay and the outline of his eyes and lips with red clay, picked up his abundant black hair with his turban rabbit-skin, circled his neck with his necklace of colored pebbles, covered his shoulders with his colorful spotted hyena skin and finally took the wooden instrument and the chamois bone flute out of her bag and put them in his hands. "We're ready, Mother." - he said to her mother. Nelut on one side and Tzah the other grabbed the hands of blind matriarch and all three came together in the cave and headed toward the great fire that had lit men on whose embers meat was roasting boar.

Everyone were waiting sitting on flat stones around the fire. Nelut helped her mother to sit on the raised stone throne served as the matriarch and she sat beside her. Tzah stood and silently waiting for the order of Uloh.

- Drimish, my son, sing us songs of our kartzam ancestors! - she ordered with loving matriarch voice.

Tzah was very excited. He would never have imagined that one day sing and dance in the eyes of the hunters of his old clan. He knew they despised the effeminate men, but only a few hours earlier had given them samples of his courage swooping himself the great boar. When they saw Tzah made up and dressed like a man-woman and especially at the word drimish from the mouth of their beloved matriarch, opened their eyes wide in surprise and then narrowed visibly annoyed frown, but out of respect for the head of clan remained seated and silent.

The drimish put his right hand on the head of his mother and then to his sister, in a gesture of affection typical of the women displeased hunters and immediately began his show dancing without voice to the beat of the music instrument wood, the simplest and most primitive dances of Kartzams. He continued then singing the old songs from his great-granduncle drimish Nishtam, Aileh his grandmother had taught him, as he danced around the campfire making sound rhythmically his wooden instrument and his bone flute chamois. To avoid problems he not swayed lasciviously nor the most beautiful males insinuated them winking an eye, as they used to do drimish.

Tzah was sweating profusely by the heat radiating from the fire and the effort to dance, sing and sound at once both instruments. Nelut encouraged other women to accompany the show with clapping and Laram did the same with the men, who resisted at first but gradually were cheering and ended up laughing with funny lyrics of the last songs written by himself Tzah. The truth is that all members of the clan of the rising sun were delighted. They had never seen such a beautiful show. In their insipid and monotonous lives of hunter-gatherers they were limited to survive each day without any fun.

The meat was already roasted, but everyone had forgotten hunger, fascinated by the spectacle. Nelut suddenly noticed the smell of scorched flesh and told her mother's ear. She reacted immediately, she raised her right arm and Tzah stopped singing and dancing.

- Eat! - she ordered them with her voice trembling old. After killing all the meat of the great boar, drimish sang again several letters from his extensive repertoire and ended the song dedicated to the big blue pool, even knowing that none of the members of his former clan had ever seen the sea. Of course they knew exactly what was a pool.

 Oh great blue pool
you're warm.
Oh great blue pool
you're too salty.
Oh great blue pool
you're not quiet
and you make me tickled
in small balls.

And at the end Tzah beckoned his brothers Nelut and Laram and they repeated as did the small Tariuk: "And you make me tickled in small balls"

The latter they did understand perfectly and burst out laughing, especially the men, asking for a repetition of the song to the drimish. Tzah had been a resounding success, had won his public without exception and had triumphed in the clan that one day forced him to leave.

Of course he agreed to their request and sang again the song of the great blue pool, and this time they were all, including the hunters, who continued the song in an explosion of joy and happiness that they would never forget. They had stopped hating and despising the drimish.

At the end of the show, Tzah placed his right hand on the head of his excited mother, and two streams of tears flowed from the blinded eyes of the old woman.


The members of the rising sun clan were so fascinated by the drimish show that they wanted he repeated every night. Among the young males still unmatched were two sons of Say's second cousin. The oldest of them, named Unlan, would have about sixteen springs, and Ngaeh, the youngest, about fifteen. During the nocturnal festivities around the bonfire they kept looking at the two daughters of Nelut, who were prowling both thirteen springs, since only eleven months were scarce and they already wore on their faces the red clay makeup and the necklace of teeth of young wild boar that had already bled for the first time. Both had inherited the reddish hair of their mother, who lit up by the flames of the great bonfire looked even redder, and the two boys looked very pretty. It was very different from the monotonous dark brown hair of the Kartzams.

A few days later, suspecting that the visitors would soon be leaving and the two girls with them, the teenagers braced themselves and dared to talk to Uloh.

- Great matriarch, we need your wise advice. - they said in unison to the old woman, who as every morning was sitting on a rock in the sun.

- Tell me, I hear you.

- We really like the two young females who have come with your daughter. We would like to pair with them, if it suits you.

- They are not females of our clan and I do not have power over them. It should be their mother who answers you. Nelut, my daughter, come! - she called, not knowing that she was only three steps away and had heard the exposition of the two young men with a wide smile drawn on her face.

The mongrel woman had actually planned it this way when she asked her two daughters to accompany her on her journey north. It was not good that in a clan as small as the cliff four sisters had descendants, with the danger that in future their grandchildren would pair with each other and have children sick by consanguinity. So she took them with her with the intention of exchanging them with two young females from her old rising sun clan.

- Here I am, Mother. - Nelut told her.

- These two males want to pair with your daughters. Do you think it's OK?

- If they agree, yes. - she answered laughing.

- Call them, then.

- Mirfu, Tuineh, come!

Nelut knew that the girls also liked the two suitors. She had observed how giving them furtive glances and smiles as the drimish danced and sang around the bonfire. The mongrel woman was very intelligent, like all the hybrids and did not miss any detail of what happened around her. Her plan was paying off.

- What do you want, mother? - they asked Nelut without suspecting anything.

- These two males want to pair with you. Do you accept to be their females?

Mirfu looked into Unlan's eyes and smiled at him, and Tuineh did the same with Ngaeh. They both had it very clear.

- We accept, mother.

- You are willing to stay here with them.

- Yes, mother.

- For my part you have my approval. - Nelut said.

- And for me too. - added the old matriarch Uloh.

- Mother, according to the good habits of the Kartzams, when I lose two daughters, I should take in return two young females of your clan.- the mongrel reminded her in a loving voice to her mother.

- There are two orphaned girls, who lost their mother to an ulcer that had eaten a breast and their father through vomiting of black blood, who might want to come with you. Ngaeh, look for them and bring them before me!

- I'm going right now, great matriarch.

A few minutes later he returned with the two girls. Neither was yet a woman. Although they had been a year, they looked like twins. They always held hands and slept together under the same bear-skin blanket of the caves. Since the death of their mother four moons ago the smile had wiped from their faces and they were sad and elusive. Nelut smiled at them and stroked their hair. Her maternal instinct made her feel a great tenderness for them.

- Will you come with me to the cliff of the great blue pool? - she asked them in an affectionate voice.

They did not respond. They raised their eyes shyly and looked at her with their sad face. It seemed they were going to start crying at any moment.

- If you come with me I will be your new mother. I am the matriarch of my clan and I will protect you so that nothing or nobody can do you any harm. - she assured them squatting to be at the height of their eyes, while giving them the sweetest and tenderest of her smiles.

The girls stared at each other for a few seconds, read the thought and both answered Nelut saying yes with their heads.

A couple of days later Nelut, Tzah, Laram and the two orphans of the rising sun clan set off south. As on the way, on the way back they made a new stop in the cave of the Hummolts and the next day in the afternoon they reached their warm home on the cliff.

The girls finally knew what the big blue puddle sung by the drimish was like and they were struck by its immensity, its fascinating color and its pleasant aroma. They held hands on a rock a few paces from the shoreline, and so they remained for a long time in silence, without separating their brown eyes from the sea, which, as if to welcome them, bright turquoise dress.

Say had gone for a walk on the sand with his beloved drimish, and as he passed by the girls he perceived in their eyes the same fascination with the sea he felt, beckoned to Tzah, he understood without words, and with all the sweetness of which they were able to invite the little ones to bathe for the first time in their life in the great blue pool. The drimish had gained their confidence during the long journey back and surprisingly the girls seemed delighted with the idea and stood up without letting go of their hand.

The two men undressed before the orphans as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The two girls understood and they also took off their simple fur dress, but soon they again took hold of the hand. This gave them assurance. Then Say grabbed the free hand of Mirfu with his only hand and Tzah did the same with Tuineh and the four entered the water little by little.

Nelut and Tainay watched them laughing at the entrance to the cavern, and on an impulse they grabbed hold of the hand, approached the shoreline, undressed and went into the water following the two men and the girls.

In a few minutes the six bathers laughed, throwing water, playing chase, enjoying, as never before, that turquoise blue paradise. The girls screamed funny with the game that had just invented the drimish. He took them by the hands and made them circle around them as if they were flying over the water, and then released them suddenly, thus achieving that both little abandoned their eternal sadness and were happy for the first time after the death of their mother.

The next day in the middle of the afternoon all members of the cliff clan wanted to play that fun game and their laughter and shrieks of joy silenced for a couple of hours the monotonous music of the eternal swaying of the waves crashing against the rocks.


The life of the members of the cliff clan passed smoothly and without disturbances during the following springs. Seaweed and sea urchins abounded on the coastal rocks, and so did the small game of the nearby scrub, so they did not go hungry again.

Both Say and Nelut, at their advanced age of forty-seven springs, had become two gray-haired, somewhat hunched-up elders with their sun-replexed face and deep wrinkles. Nevertheless, thanks to the peace and well-being that reigned in that paradisiacal cove of dream and surrounded by the affection of all the members of the clan, they remained agile and full of life, like Tzah, who only surpassed in four springs .

The three had far surpassed the average life expectancy of the Kartzams, which was about twenty-eight. Dangerous hunting of large animals, clashes with wild beasts and sporadic skirmishes with Hummolts were the leading causes of premature death in men, while women often died from complications in pregnancy and childbirth, the terrifying and always unexpected entrance of the beasts into the cavern in search of human flesh, being the men absent, as well as by the attacks of the Hummolts to obtain of young females, in which they killed the adults and took the girls. Catastrophic epidemics affected men and women alike, especially with the youngest of the clan.

Tariuk, the younger chilt of Say and Nelut, and Guntze, the first-born of Iriat and Hyppa, had succeeded in overcoming their childhood and had become two tall, sturdy boys with smiling eyes and a charming smile, to whom young yet unmarried females looked with desire. Both were about fifteen springs and had become inseparable friends.

Only one thing differentiated them. Tariuk, as his mother Nelut and his uncle Tzah had foreseen at the time of his birth, had the soul of drimish, soft gestures of female and effeminate voice, while Guntze oozed virility, had inherited the same deep voice of his father and had already lying furtively with more than one female behind the bushes of the nearby thicket.

What made them inseparable was not their idiosyncrasy and their opposing feelings, but something unmentionable by Tariuk: he had fallen in love madly with Guntze. His heart made him want to be at his side at all times, to share his male hobbies with him, giving up if he needed himself to win the company of his first great love as a teenager. Nelut and Tzah soon realized and were saddened by the young drimish, but neither wanted to intrude. They would let the two boys solve the problem on their own.

Guntze felt very comfortable with Tariuk's friendship and did not care at all about his effeminacy. In spite of being drimish, the youngest of Nelut loved the small hunting, something that shared with Guntze, as well as the passion for the near and warm sea of ​​clean and restless waters. His daily activities as friends consisted of making hunting weapons and then testing them with the scrub animals. Both were excellent hunters and used to come back loaded with rabbits, hares and partridges. After delivering them to the women of the clan, they headed for the sea and spent hours and hours playing on the rocks chasing fish and crabs and splashing in the water, sometimes throwing it to the face between laughs, sometimes diving and watching in amazement the fascinating seaweed forest, multicolored sponges and corals and the numerous fish, shrimps, stars, nacres, sea urchins, anemones, conch shells, snakes and sea turtles that populated it.

One morning Yunma, watching the two boys amused as they adjusted and attached a sharp silex tip to the end of a long stick to turn it into a spear, suddenly remembered his beloved uncle Naunei. In spite of being drimish, the man who had raised her and let herself be killed to save her from the jaws of a cave lion was very brave and an excellent hunter. He had a privileged intelligence and had been able to invent several new weapons unknown until then by the Kartzams. Yunma suddenly came to mind as an afterthought of an image of his uncle engraved indelibly in his memory that until then had not remembered. She saw him armed with a bow and an arrow pointing at a roe deer and suddenly thought that the two friends would love this new weapon.

Without telling them anything, she stepped into the nearby scrub, armed with a silex ax. She chose and cut a long pole from the mediterranean buckthorn, wiped it with twigs, and took it to the cave. She then sought out the mounds of dry tendons of horse, woolly rhinoceros and bison she kept for use in the making of dresses and shoes for members of the clan, she chose the longest, soaked it in water for several hours to soften it, and then she hammered it with a stick on a rock to unravel it and thus obtain a bundle of fibers. After braiding them masterly, she obtained a strong rope and prepared to mount the bow by tying it as tightly as possible at the ends of the stick of mediterranean buckthorn. She then tested the weapon with an improvised birch arrow pointing to a stalagmite and hit it. With a big smile of satisfaction, she went outside the cave with the brand new bow in her hand and showed it to the two boys.
She did not take much to make them understand its operation. They were both very bright and understood. In great excitement, they ran into the thicket with their new hunting toy, quickly made a dozen arrows with straight wild olive branches, which they sharpened the tip with a silex knife and entered that vast and wilderness covered with limestone rocks and stunted bushes whipped by the persistent rising wind.

On the third shot Guntze managed to thread a rabbit with an arrow and was so great the joy of the two hunters who laughed and jumped and voices like crazy and ended up hugging. It was then that Tariuk, feeling so close to the heat and strength of his friend's burly body and to smell his heady fragrance of man, could no longer endure his imperious need to confess his feelings.

- I love you, Guntze. - he whispered in his ear, his voice trembling.

- You love me? I do not understand ... - the boy replied in surprise and disbelief, separating abruptly from him.

- Yes, I love you as my uncle Tzah loves my father. - he confessed with a lump in his throat. - I'm drimish. - he added, so that Guntze could understand.

- I've always known you're drimish, Tariuk, but I love females. I can not love you like one of them.

Tariuk did not reply. He ducked his head, turned, and started to leave. As he fled, violent shakes of weeping shook his body and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks and were lost in the curly reddish hair of his incipient little beard. Guntze watched him walk away, not knowing what to do, how to react. He was confused, stunned, perplexed. In his own way he loved Tariuk, he was his best friend, his soulmate, his accomplice in games and adventures, he was happy in his company, but he was unable to lie with him as if it were a female. Suddenly he reacted, realized how important his friend was in his life and ran to him.

- We can still be friends? -  he almost pleaded, looking into his eyes.

- Of course, Guntze.

- Do you understand that I can not lie with you?

- Yes, I understand.

- Then let's keep the hunt. Now it's your turn to shoot the arrows at you. - he said, giving her the bow.

- Guntze, can I love you even if we do not lie together?

- Of course, Tariuk. - he assured him, placing his arm on the shoulders of his friend drimish.


The two orphans girls of the clan of the valley of the rising sun, which the great matriarch Nelut had exchanged nine springs ago for two of her daughters, had just bleed for the first time with only three days difference and now her adoptive mother wanted to welcome them to the world of women celebrating a great party.

Early in the morning she ordered Iriat, the chief of the hunters, to take his men, Laram, Gotz, Guntze, and the two eldest sons of Tainay, Ewuk and Bupeh, to hunt as many animals as they could. She then called her male Say, who from the amputation of one of his arms did not participate in the hunts and the two drimish of the clan, her brother Tzah and her son Tariuk and ordered them to collect as much wood as possible for the big bonfire which would set the sun on the sand of the cove.

The adult women of the clan, Yunma, Ritzah, Nunlay, Hyppa, Frimet, the two daughters of Nelut, Bohna and Faifay and the two orphans of the valley of the rising sun, Mirfu and Tuineh, would take advantage of the morning to clear the enormous cave that was their home. The old matriarch Nelut and the great sorceress Tainay, who by their advanced age no longer worked, would climb unhurriedly by the great crack that divided the cliff in two and collect aromatic herbs in the endless scrub to season the food that went let's cook. Clan girls, meanwhile, would entertain themselves by collecting crystallized sea salt on coastal rocks.

A couple of hours before sunset they had everything ready to start the celebration. Nelut called the great sorceress Tainay, the intelligent Yunma, his brother Tzah and his youngest son Tariuk to enter with her into the cave. There,Yunma, now the chief of ceremonies, would make up the great matriarch by smearing her face with elderberry charcoal, the outline of the eyes with yellow clay and the lips with red clay, would surround her neck with a necklace of sea shells, her gray hair with a turban of fox fur with a tail of the same animal hanging over each of her ears and covering her shoulders with a beautiful coat made with the skin of three wolves, one of them albino, as the tradition commanded.

Then she would make up the great sorceress Tainay by smearing her face with white clay and the outline of her eyes and lips with elderberry charcoal, she would collect her gray hair with a turban of cleverly braided horsehair adorned with feathers of grouse and bustard, neck with a collar made with the phalanxes strung from the claws of a cave bear, would cover her shoulders with a soft cloak of bear cub skin and would put in her hand a long staff with the skull of a fox set at its end.

Finally she would make up the two drimish by smearing their face with yellow clay and the outline of their eyes and lips with red clay, she would collect their hair in a rabbit fur turban, surround their neck with a necklace of colored pebbles, cover their shoulders with a gaudy cloak of stained hyena skin and she would put each of them a wooden instrument in the left hand and a flute of chamois bone on the right.

That night would be the first time Tariuk would sing and dance with his beloved uncle Tzah. The boy could not be happier. When Yunma finished makeup and dressed him, he ran to the fountain at the entrance to the cave and looked at himself in the mirror of its crystal clear water, illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun. When he was characterized as a true drimish he was so moved that he began to cry, his makeup was dismembered by tears and Yunma had to make up again.

Tzah looked at him tenderly and smiled silently with a heart full of happiness. His dream of having a successor had come true in his beloved nephew Tariuk. Her sister Nelut was also excited. Characterized as a great matriarch, she looked into the eyes of her brother and he in hers. As in their infancy in the valley of the rising sun, they did not need words to understand, to share emotions and thoughts.

- Tainay, come with me, we two are going to leave in the first place. - she said to the great sorceress.

Outside, sitting on the white sand of the beach around the bonfire, all the members of the clan were waiting anxiously for them. They knew that this would be the greatest spectacle they had ever witnessed. The two women approached hand in hand to the scene and then the party finally started.

- Oh spirits of the ancestors of the kartzams, who dwell in the moon and the stars, I invoke you so that you share with us this celebration! - exclaimed the great matriarch, raising her arms to the gray night sky.

After initiating the celebration, she gave the turn to Tainay.

- Oh spirits of the ancestors of the Kartzams who watch over our health and well-being from beyond, I thank you for your protection on behalf of all members of the clan! - cried the great sorceress, raising her fox-staff to the crescent moon.

- Put the meat on the coals! - said the matriarch to the women.

The hunters had taken many pieces, especially rabbits, partridges and hares, and there were more than enough food to satisfy all stomachs. Yunma and the two hummolt twins were roasting the meat, which they had seasoned with sea salt and aromatic herbs a few hours earlier to make it adobe and richer. While the dinner was cooking, the great matriarch again took the floor.

- Mirfu, Tuineh, get up and come before me. -she ordered them with a loving voice to the two orphans of the valley of the rising sun.

The two girls were very frightened. They were extremely shy and made them very nervous to be the center of their eyes. The great matriarch then placed a hand on the head of each of them and looked up at the moon.

- Oh spirits of our kartzam grandmothers, welcome these two girls into the world of women and open their bellies so they can father many children! - she exclaimed in her trembling old woman's voice.

Then the head of ceremonies Yunma made up the face of the two girls with red clay and circled around their neck with a necklace of wild boar teeth. They were officially two adult women and could match the male they wanted.

The delicious meals were already roasted and the banquet could begin.

- Eat! - exclaimed the great matriarch, and they all rushed over the flesh.

Nelut and Yunma remembered the two drimish who were waiting inside the cavern and they brought a hare and a partridge so that they also dined.

Half an hour later there was nothing left to eat. It was time for the show.

- Get out the drimish! - ordered the great matriarch from her high stone throne.

Oh oh oh,
Great spirit,
the drimish we invoke you.
Oh oh oh,
Great spirit,
protects our clan.

Tzah and Tariuk appeared on the scene singing the oldest and most endearing of the kartzam songs, which grandmother Aileh had taught thirty years ago to her drimish grandson, accompanying themself with the rhythmic and monotonous music of their wooden instruments and dancing paired as they headed for the bonfire. As they approached the light of the coals their makeup and their clothes became more dramatic, more striking and at the same time more beautiful. All the members of the clan gazed at them and listened in amazement, almost in ecstasy, all seated in circle on flat stones around the bonfire, except for the great matriarch and the great sorceress who sat on their high stone thrones.

The two drimish continued with the show dancing around the campfire, honking their chamois bone flutes and wood instruments and singing all the old songs of the Kartzams they remembered. Most of them narrated dangerous hunting scenes and violent confrontations with wild animals, other bloody battles with Hummolts and catastrophic epidemics in ancient times had decimated clan members, but none was so happy and fun as invented by Tzah.

Listening to the old songs, all dramatic, the spectators had kept an absolute silence, but as soon as the drimish began to sing the joyful and spicy songs of their own invention and they wandered lasciviously looking brazenly and winking at the most beautiful males of the clan, the lively spectacle filled with joy the heart of all the members of that motley group of Kartzams, Hummolts and mongrels and all in unison accompanied the songs, the dances and the music of the two drimish with claps and laughter of joy.

Tzah while singing the song of the big blue pool, suddenly fell silent and put his hand to his chest, slowed the pace of his dancing, he seemed to stumble and fell into the arms of brawny Iriat. Everyone, including the mongrel, thought it was a thousand times repeated pantomime as own seduction of the shows of drimish to amuse the public, but Tzah foaming at the mouth and convulsing supported by a perplexed Iriat, until it suddenly he stopped moving and died.

- Tzah is dead! - he exclaimed the mongrel hoarsely, directing his frightened blue eyes hummolt to the elderly matriarch.

The party ended abruptly as it had also made the life of the old drimish. For a few seconds they were all petrified and in the paradisiacal cove cliff reigned deathly quiet. Only the eternal rolling waves combing the sand beach and crashing against the rocks rhythmically sounded.

A shuddering howl of grief with man's voice, a long not teared, then it broke the silence and erected the hairs on all members of the clan. It was the old Say, the old seasoned hunter, who had been the more handsome, strong and courageous male of clan, the father of six children of the great matriarch and, above all, the great love of the now defunct Tzah. He helping with his one hand, got up and ran to his beloved drimish, still in the arms of mongrel. He knelt beside him and with trembling hand stroked his cheek while his old eyes almost blinded by the inexorable passage of time tears welled in spurts. Iriat he looked him excited, shocked, bewildered, not only by the sudden death of the old drimish, but above all for the incredible tenderness with which Say kissed on the lips of his great love. In his closed mind of hummolt finally he understood the mystery of this strange and unwavering emotional relationship between a seasoned hunter and a man-woman.


That fateful night Nelut, Say, Laram, Tainay, Yunma, Iriat, Gotz and young Tariuk not lay down. They preferred to watch the deceased under the moonlight. All were shattered by the sudden death of Tzah, especially the poor Say that remained all night sitting on the sand with his great love, crying inconsolably, stammering words of grief and affection, teetering head constantly crazed with pain.

Nelut also wept silently, choking with grief, wanting to die to accompany Tzah the paradise of the stars, the eternal abode of the spirits of the Kartzams. Her brother and she had never separated, nor in the valley of the rising sun, nor in the valley holm oaks or creek cliff. Were kindred spirits, they understood each other without words. Nelut wanted him so much that to be happy she gave her own male.

With the first light of dawn, Laram, Iriat, Gotz and Tariuk dug with their hands a big hole in the sand and put inside the body of Tzah perfectly makeup and wearing his clothing drimish, without forgetting his wooden instrument and his chamois bone flute that his sister Nelut placed on his chest. Before covering him with sand, they fell upon the deceased a thick layer of flowering buds of sage, thyme, lavender and rosemary intended to mask his scent for scavengers not located and leave him to rest in peace in his eternal dream that paradisiac beach.

While they covered with sand, Say and Nelut could not bear the thought of never seeing him again and they collapsed drowned by pain. Neither would be happy in what remained of life.

Nelut had comfort, affection and company Tainay, but the poor Say was alone, frighteningly alone. During that first day of mourning he refused to eat. The knot of anguish in his throat and sorrow in his heart prevented it. Yunma and Tainay only got that he drank a couple of sips of water. At night, they lay down on his bed under the warm skin of cave bear that had warmed his nights and his beloved drimish, and he pretended to sleep to leave him alone. He had made a decision. Live without Tzah no longer made sense.

At midnight, when he thought they were all asleep, he got up very quietly, dodged packages sleepers helped by the flickering torchlight of tea pine that they used to leave overnight on and he went outside the cave.

The dim ashen light of the crescent moon illuminated her face, and a smile formed on her lips. Soon his spirit would fly to the stars and return to be with the being that had made him so happy.

He then walked to the tomb of Tzah, fell on it and turned his eyes toward the moon.

- Oh spirits of the Kartzams ancestors, allow Tzah soul into my heart so that never again we meet again separated! - she exclaimed excitedly.

The spirits heard his prayer from beyond the grave, they believed that the immense love that old hunter felt for his drimish deserved an award and granted his wish. Suddenly he felt a great peace and all his pain, all his sadness and emptiness that gripped his chest were dashed. Tzah's soul had come down from the stars and had merged with his. Say was no longer alone and never would be. He stayed a while longer cast on the grave staring at the sky, savoring that wonderful peace, that immeasurable happiness and then decided. It was time.

He rose helping with his one hand and headed for the big blue pool. While he undressed, his dark kartzam eyes shone illuminated by the pale moonlight. Say felt that was carrying Tzah in his heart and he could not be happier.

When the water reached the navel, he raised his one arm to the stars and went into to sea, while of his mouth was leaving the effeminate voice of Tzah singing his most beloved song:

Oh great blue pool
you're warm.
Oh great blue pool
you're too salty.
Oh great blue pool
you're not still
and you make me tickled
in small ....

The next day the sea returned his lifeless body and placed lovely on the sand. Nelut and Tainay found him. When they turned him and the matriarch withdrew him wet hair covering his face, they saw in him an eternal smile and infinite peace.

An hour later they opened the hole where he was buried Tzah and stood beside the body of Say. Before covering them with sand, Nelut clasped the only hand hunter with left the drimish and holding that union of hands their own she said, "I match them in their youth so that they love each other and be happy and now again match to continue loving until the end of time. "