In the last light, I dragged myself up the hill to the hut. Nip followed head down, sway-backed. She caught my glance, her eye gleamed, tail wagged, and she slumped. I fed her and boiled myself some bear meat.
“That’s your last hunt for a while,” I told her.
As I lay down, chanting came from the Roundhouse. It continued almost all night now. I woke later to the touch of fingers on my lips.
“Shh! I must speak to you.”
“Lutha!”
“Keep your voice down.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Has Kalik told you to keep inside your hut the next three nights?”
“Yes.”
“Be inside before dark; don’t go outside till daylight! Eat and drink nothing from anyone else’s hands. If anyone asks why, say I ordered it. Bar your door. It’s your life I’m talking about!”
Something flashed in my mind.
“What are you laughing at?”
“I’m not laughing. Just remembering you coming to my cell on the Floating Village. Nip must have remembered it, too. Maybe that was why she let you in without barking.”
“I whispered her name. She knew my voice.”
Lutha had not come just to give me the warning. She sat on the edge of my bunk, and I could feel her tension, a slight shiver.
“Tell me, Ish –” She cleared her throat, began again. “How do you find Kalik?”
“Going up the lake; at the timber workings; hunting. You spend much time together.”
“He’s good company, got lots of stories.” Why was Lutha asking? Were they not the close friends I took them for? At first I had even thought they were lovers.
“Come on, Ish! I know he has a lot of stories. Listen, I have to rule the Headland, make Kalik’s people and mine one. It is not easy when Kalik mocks Hekkat.”
“Not to me.”
“Only because he is more subtle. Undermining. Ridiculing. Encouraging people to question my authority.”
If I felt uneasy with Kalik, how much harder for Lutha! What she and the Maidens were doing was sacred – and he made fun of it. Just the way he held himself, looked, smiled. And his physical attractiveness made his mockery all the more trying.
But there was the torture of the Salt Men. Lutha’s ritual killing of the three prisoners after the battle. Cannibalism. The way she struck Maka when the baby cried. If Kalik was cruel, so was Lutha.
I would not betray either one to the other. Nip and I were safe because of Lutha’s protection: just as I was still grateful to her for saving our lives on the Island of Bones. But that did not mean I had to approve her cruelty. Her father had taught me not to confuse gratitude for one thing with approval for another.
As if I had spoken my thought aloud, Lutha talked of him. Childhood. Her ambition to be the priestess-ruler of the Floating Village. Now ruler of the Headland People.
“It is not easy. Kalik is always trying to betray me through my Maidens. He seduced one so she broke her vow of chastity, her obedience to me.”
“The one who wanted to spear me, the day we arrived?”
“Raka knew there must be an extraordinary reason for a man being in my canoe. Remember, Kalik did not get back until later?”
“I already knew Raka had been sleeping with Kalik. Doing his bidding. Without being told, she understood she must kill you. When I had her tortured, she confessed, said she heard Kalik’s voice telling her to do it. He looked strangely at you, when he arrived. And then at me.”
I remembered the glance that passed between Kalik and Lutha when he first saw me. But that was nonsense! He did not even know I was there until he returned. How could he have told Raka to spear me? I went to say that to Lutha.
“Kalik has unusual powers,” she said.
There were those times I felt Kalik’s mind trying to penetrate mine, when he seemed to know what I was thinking. Even so, I said, “That’s too much to believe.”
I heard the brush of the thick plait on her shoulders. “Kalik had seduced Raka’s mind as well as her body. She knew he would not want you here, someone who might have influence with me. So she went to spear you, but saw my emblem around your neck.”
“Yes. That makes more sense.”
“Kalik will stop at nothing. He makes me crueller than I want to be.”
Was that true? Lutha must be responsible herself for what she did.
“I dare not get rid of him. I must keep our two peoples as one, or we’ll be defeated by the Salt People. They are always waiting for a chance to attack again.”
“Of course. But why risk coming here?”
“To make sure you will be safe. That you know not to eat food from anyone else, not to go outside. No matter what you hear.”
“I’ve got my own food, and I’ll draw my own water.”
“It is only natural for Kalik to lust after power. What I have to do is stop him from actually trying to overthrow me.”
“I think I understand.”
“I know Kalik sent Raka to sleep with you.”
“What?”
“She died before telling all – the torturers were clumsy – but she confessed much. Her death was a warning to Kalik not to go too far. I need him, but in his proper place. If he interferes with the Maidens, uses you, then he will have to die.”
My last glimpse of Raka, the sway of her tall figure, the wine jar at her side. So she had slept with me on Kalik’s orders…. Was that why she wept?
Then what about Kalik’s story of her disappearance? He had said she was left on the Island of Bones. Who was I to believe? Should I tell Lutha that Kalik said Raka was her lover? That she had her destroyed because she had taken another?
“Kalik is putting about an old story,” said Lutha, “of a Stranger who came and overthrew Hekkat. He is telling people you are the Stranger who will overthrow the Goddess. That a man is going to become King of Grave Mountain again.”
“What?”
“He says you came out of the Western Mountains, down the lake, went under Grave Mountain, and returned with wisdom as in the old story. People are talking about it.”
“He told me that story on the way up to the timber workings. And he said I might be the Stranger. I thought he was joking. I don’t want to be a ruler!”
“I believe you!” Lutha’s voice was quick, firm. “But that is the story he is putting about. And everything fits together. People like to believe a story, especially one that makes a prophecy.”
“But why does Kalik want them to think I’m the Stranger?”
“He would kill you once you had served your purpose.” There was that sharpness in Lutha’s voice, as if I wasn’t intelligent enough to understand. Like the way she’d called me “Idiot” that first day. Leadership, I knew, had that effect on people.
“I’ve no wish to overthrow you – nor anyone else.”
Lutha’s hand felt for mine in the dark. “Do you swear that?”
“I swear it. You saved our lives on the Island of Bones. And I loved your father.”
Her hands carried mine to her breasts. I felt the nipples under my fingers. A pair of cold lips touched my forehead. It was wrong, the touch, the kiss. I remembered her other kiss in the cell on the Floating Village. That one kiss I dreamt about in the Land of the White Bear. Around which I had built up a whole illusion of love for a Lutha who never existed.
Suddenly, as if the door had opened, the hut seemed cold. Lutha was using me. As was Kalik. I wanted no part of their cruelty and deceit.
“Lutha!” A whisper from the door.
“Here! Hide it.” Something shoved into my hands. “Nip is going to have pups?”
“Yes.”
“Lutha!” The whisper again. Urgent.
“I will take her,” said Lutha. “She should be in the Roundhouse when she has them. Under Hekkat’s protection.”
“Lutha!” The voice this time came from inside my hut. Had one of the Maidens been with us all the time?
I touched Nip’s head. “Go with Lutha,” I said, and heard a scuffling. I shoved the thing Lutha had given me under my bunk, had just lain back when, “Ish? Ish?” The door was opening again. A voice calling, “Nip! Ish! Are you all right?”
“Kalik!” I mumbled.
“Just making sure you’re all right. Where is Nip?”
“In the Roundhouse till she has her pups.”
I heard his movement as Kalik nodded. “Lutha and her Maidens are wandering tonight. They’re not drinking the wine yet, but I was worried.”
“What about yourself?”
“Oh, I’m all right.” He moved quietly but, by the sounds, he was feeling around the hut. Anyone else there could not have escaped his touch. “I just wanted to be sure about you. Now, bar your door!” And he was gone.
It felt strange without Nip. A gust of chanting came from the Roundhouse, and the wind dropped again. I barred the door, and felt under the bunk. Lutha had given me back my book!
So she distrusted Kalik! And had fled at the warning of his coming. But she had been accompanied by at least two Maidens. Was she being honest in what she said of Kalik?
He must have been sounding me out with the story of the Stranger. Using me, as he had Raka. After which he would get rid of me. That’s if what Lutha said was true. Or were they both lying?
I wrapped the book in deerskin. Dug a hole in the earth floor with my knife. Lined it with wood, and hid the book. Stamped the floor flat again.
Two Maidens brought Nip down to my hut next afternoon. She lay quiet, close to her time. When the Maidens called her, she looked at me. I crumpled her ears, stroked her belly, and sent her after them. That day I ate only what I cooked myself and drew my own water. I saw the Children settled down and returned to my hut well before dark. Women warriors had taken over guarding the Children’s stockade, and both gates in the palisade.
The first night, laughing and singing, the Maidens ran past my hut. An edge to their voices. There were other sounds around the Headland that night. Strange bird calls. A surprised cry. Yells of disagreement. Women’s voices. A fight.
Next day, watching work on the canoe, I heard one of the carvers say, “They killed several goats and a couple of deer last night. Tore them to pieces with their bare hands.”
“I saw them lying outside the Roundhouse this morning,” said another. “Sleeping it off. Blood and wine all over them.”
“Keep away from there!”
“It’s all right during daylight.”
“I’d avoid it.”
There was no talk about a Stranger. Perhaps Lutha was imagining things. That night, I woke to a frenzied screaming. Many voices, rising and falling. A sobbing rhythm. I thought of the Children, but they were safe, barred inside their huts. Guards on the gates. Much later I woke and heard the Maidens chanting, returning from their hunt in the hills.
Next day, hollowing of the great log was complete. There were finishing touches to be done, but the carvers tried the canoe on the water where it floated, all shapeliness. Kalik came down. “The canoe will lie on the water this night of the full moon,” he said, voice low. “Tomorrow, Lutha will order work to begin on a carved bowpiece and sternpost. It will be dedicated to Hekkat. Only Lutha and the Maidens will use it.” He turned and walked up the Headland, subdued.
Some Maidens brought Nip to me, down there on the beach. We sat together as I stared at the hull beautiful on the still water and remembered its first slide to the lake.
Under the full moon that night, the Maidens rampaged out of the Roundhouse. Shrieking. Again, strange calls, movements around the Headland. Then feet pounding down towards the causeway. The Maidens, led by Lutha, their last night of Hekkat-madness.
I had dug up the book earlier, when I dug up the jars of wine, worked out their stoppers and poured in the powder to make any drinker sleep. Now I stuffed the book in my pack with the cooked bear meat and a cured deerskin, and opened the door just a crack. Nobody in sight. I swung up my pack, took bow, arrows, spear, knife, and slipped outside. Cloud covered the moon. I looked up the hill towards the Roundhouse, thought of Nip, but dared not risk it.
The guards on the stockade gates were asleep, drunk. In the disarray of the Headland, it had been easy giving them the wine while the Maidens slept that afternoon. They had taken the jars with a grin.
The Children woke and followed me through the shadows. Maka and Tulu carrying Chak and Kimi behind me. The others in pairs as I had told them. Paku and Tepulka at the back. Down through the lake gate where the guards also slept drunk. Into the great canoe.
Paddling through darkness towards the mouth of the river. Behind, a terrible cry thrilled. The returning Maidens had found their quarry. A man wandering amazed.
The river’s current gripped, swept us towards the Island of Bones. Moonlight slashed a break through the clouds. The island’s boulders shone like tumbled skulls.
“Where’s Nip?” asked Chak.
“I had to leave her,” I said. “Lutha will look after her.” I could say no more.