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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
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: