Wind Follower. Carole McDonnell
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“How strange you are!” I said.
“Even so. Promise me this, anyway.”
“My husband, I promise I shall not die before you do.”
“And I promise I will linger near the gates of the fields we long for and will enjoy none of its pleasures until you arrive.”
On the sixth night, hurried footsteps sounded outside my wooden curtains. I raced to them. It was Loic and he held both my shoulders tightly kissing my cheeks through my veil. Then he let me go and leaped in the air, turning about several times.
“I’ve managed it,” he said and finished dancing an Ibeni two-step.
“Managed what?” I asked. “Please stop that dancing! Tell me, what have you done?”
He stretched out his arms to me and smiled a large gap-toothed smile. “I sent word to Father asking him to remove the Restraint.” He retrieved a tiny square piece of parchment, showed it to me and, throwing all caution away, shouted, “He has agreed!” His words must have echoed throughout the hillside. “We’ll have the full marriage tomorrow.” His eyes pleaded with me to share his joy.
I did not dance or leap. I stood silent, trying to understand the full implication of this new event. “What about the year-mark?”
“Father’s a traditionalist.” His eyes seemed to be trying to see inside my soul. “But he chooses carefully what traditions he’ll cling to.”
“I see.” I began to realize that even a reasoned plea to wait until the year-mark might be seen as rejection. “How did you convince him to set this tradition aside? And why would you want it set aside?”
“I told Father we were young.” His voice had grown less excited and more suspicious. “I told him our blood boiled hot for each other, that we were having trouble controlling ourselves. I reminded him that I was whimsical and willful and you were gentle and kind and who knew what would happen? And would it not be a disgrace if you were found with child before the full marriage was celebrated.”
Fearful because his face had become more wary and pleading, I phrased my question carefully. “And he believed you?”
My new husband looked at me as if I was suddenly becoming a stranger to him.
I softened my question. “I think only of my honor, Loic. Will Treads Lightly not think I’m as unrestrained as an Ibeni woman? That I forego the Restraint because I myself have none?”
“Father doesn’t think like that.” The wary pleading look turned to an angry scowl. Anger and fear alternated on his face. “So you don’t want me?”
“My husband, you speak often about the wisdom of the ancients. Were they not wise in creating the Restraint and the half marriage? Does it not benefit me? How can I create a household if I have not lived among the servants and understood them? How can I order a household if I have not lived long with the customs of your people? How will you understand how virtuous I am if you have not seen me withstand your advances for a year?”
“Wife, if we marry tomorrow, you will not have to wait a year to see your father.”
I grew silent then, not knowing what to make of what was obviously a bribe. I suspect he saw my heart because he hid his face from me as I pondered his words. Mam’s advice also returned to my mind: bend to his will.
The scowl left Loic’s face and suddenly he was carefree again, smiling widely. He put his hands around my waist, then slid them upward to my breasts. “Yes,” he said, “a wife should bend to her husband’s will.” Then, as if I had already agreed to his intentions, he turned about and faced the surrounding field, turning his head to the left then to the right, obviously searching. “But we cannot play here.”
He interlaced his fingers in mine and together we ran—How fast! The treetops whizzed by. How breathless we were when we arrived at our private place!
We tumbled onto the grass and he put his hand into the sleeve of his gyuilta. Soon he was holding something up in the moonlight, a nose-ring. “It’s a heirloom from my mother, part of her dowry.” Of pure intricately wrought gold it was. “This is one of many gifts I inherited from her. When the full marriage is completed tomorrow, all I own and all that she gave me will be yours.”
I took the nose-ring and removed my own silver one. Somewhere in the darkness a hornbill sang. I wondered, Is the male hornbill protectively entombing his mate in a tree even now? “Perhaps we should wait,” I said, shifting on the grass. “Since, you say our wedding night is only a day away, why not wait to consummate it then?”
“Exactly. What is a mere day? Why wait?” While I looked on, surprised, he quickly removed his tunic, leggings, breechcloth and undergarment. “Come now, remove your hand from your eyes. I’m your husband now. Or do you consider my body puny?”
“No,” I said, uncovering my eyes and staring at the beautiful slender tan body before me. “It isn’t puny. Jobara! Indeed, you’re quite good to look at.”
“Yes,” he said. “My New Mother told me you like slender men. I’ll show you, Little Theseni girl, that thinness and muscles aren’t what matters. Take your clothes off.”
I removed them, but held my nightdress and gyuilta before me to cover my nakedness.
“The top halves of your breasts peek out over your nightdress like dark half-moons,” he said, pulling the gyuilta from me and setting it on the soft flowers hidden among the lingay grass. “Dark Half-Moons,” he repeated. “Yes, that shall be my love-name for you. Dark Half-Moons.”
I burst out laughing, and he asked, “Why do you laugh, Dark Half-Moons?”
I said, “I had never dreamed that one with half-moon eyes would call me Dark Half-Moons.”
He pushed my nightdress aside and placed it on the ground. “Nor did I think I would fall in love with a Thesenya.” He lifted his face towards mine, kissing me, pushing the singing of the grasshoppers and the pungent smell of the spice garden from my mind. His lips—warm, warm—pressed into mine and I opened my mouth against his softly demanding tongue. The kiss was tentative, and yet, how long, gentle and deep it was!
His lips roamed my neck and shoulders, then he whispered in my ear. “Little Mother taught me many things about giving women pleasure. But you must promise not to scream and not to laugh or weep, or else someone will hear us.”
“Half-Moon Eyes, have you spent all your time listening to old Doreni women and reading Ibeni poets?”
As an answer, his hands gently stroked my neck. His tongue then played with my nipples, as his hands slowly traveled down my stomach towards my thighs, pushing them apart. How clumsy it all was, and how stiff my body was! Like an old oak log, unmoving, unmovable. I could feel his heart racing with such life, caressing