Disclaimers: Please see Part I for disclaimers to this story.
Part 4: Tatanka Ska Ki
(tah-tahn-kah skah kee)
The White Buffalo
1777
The morning of the hunt dawned clear and cool, a good omen. The warriors from the joined tribes gathered together before the council ti ikceya. The two shamans worked together to call down the blessings of wakan tanka upon the warriors surrounding them. The two chiefs were anointed with a special mixture of herbal oils, to aid them in leading their hunters with certainty and swiftness. A final pipe was smoked among the elders and honored. And then there was a loud outcry as the warriors leapt onto their hunting ponies and rode out of the camp. Hoksila pelted after them, calling out good luck to their favorites.
"You will slay tatanka ska!" Nupa called to his friend as they rode side by side. Other warriors of their camp called out in agreement.
Anpo's face was grim. "Only if it is to be, tiblo."
Her friend nodded. "It is to be, tanksi! You will be the honored one tonight!"
Soon, the party halted on a hilltop. Below them, a herd of buffalo grazed, easily two hundred head. The sacred white animal was difficult to spot among such a number.
Wicasa Waziya Mani called his own warriors together. "My people will attack from the south! Wait until I signal!" And they rode off.
The time passed slowly for the anxious warriors remaining. All were peering at the herd, trying to locate the sacred buffalo. The men murmured back and forth as it bobbed in and out of sight. It seemed to take forever before a signal was seen from the opposing flank of the herd.
"Hokahe wana!" Wagmiza Wagna called and the hunters of his camp swooped down the low embankment, screaming their cries. Simultaneously, Mani's warriors did the same, resulting in a cacophony of sound and motion that startled the closest buffalo.
There was an immediate if confused response from the herd. Those nearest the advancing warriors started and milled about anxiously, searching for the cause of their distress. The beasts further away began to gently drift in the opposite direction, instinct picking up on their danger.
The first warrior, Mani himself, reached the herd. He flew along on the back of his hunting pony, the reins in his teeth and a nocked bow in his hands. As he neared a large bull, he let fly his arrow, automatically reaching to his leather quiver for the next. The arrow hit its target, striking from above the flank and ranging forward and down. It was a clear and strong shot.
The buffalo's heart was pierced and it shuddered before falling over. This seemed to signal the herd. The smell of blood, the noise of their surroundings, the thunder of horses' hooves - all resulted in the sudden stampede as they tried desperately to get away.
Mani did not stop as his steed raced past the dead beast. He targeted another and shot again. Behind and on the other side of the herd, the warriors did the same.
The first beast that Anpo took was a yearling bull. Her shot was clean and the animal was dead on its feet. As it tumbled over, disrupting the escape of its brethren behind, the woman urged her pony forward to her next target. The next was a cow, her calf lumbering along beside her as she tried to flee the massacre. As Anpo nocked a third arrow, another cow nearby collapsed, her father's spear sprouting from its side.
Exhilarated despite the impending prophecy, Anpo turned on her steed long enough to grin and whoop at her father's success.
"Hau! Anpo!"
The warrior's head whipped around. She found Nupa further ahead, yelling and gesturing wildly. Looking into the herd, she saw the sacred white buffalo almost materialize in front of her.
Things seemed to move in slow motion. While around it, the herd was stampeding, the white animal slowed to a walk. He is waiting for me!
Anpo looked about to see if any other warrior had noticed this strange behavior. Even as she pulled her horse in that direction, she saw three others veering towards the buffalo. One was a member of her own camp, an older man of an age with her father. The other two were from the joining camp - Mani himself and Hehaka Yatke, the man who owned the white woman.
As if this were a catalyst, time sped back up and Anpo's pony fairly flew towards the white buffalo that had eerily come to a halt. She took a deep breath to still her fluttering nerves and released the arrow.
Time crawled again as the warrior watched her arrow spin towards her target. Even over the sound of stampeding she thought she could hear three other bow strings loose their own missiles. The buffalo turned its head, a dark, liquid eye regarding her. And then it started as her arrow pierced its hide and drove deep - a true shot.
Anpo watched the animal shudder and topple over, her arrowhead piercing its heart. Two other arrows stuck out of the hide.
Though the hunt continued around her, Anpo pulled her steed up and dismounted, moving to the sacred animal. "Thank you, tatanka ska, for this great honor. My family will use your bone and meat and hide to survive the coming winter. And you will always be honored in my ti ikceya."
Around her was still pandemonium. Warriors sped past, hot on the trail of the animals crazed with fear. Her own pony pranced anxiously about at the ruckus. Yet, despite the last of the herd stampeding past, none disturbed Anpo and her kill.
With a careful hand, the young woman reached to the wound her arrow sprouted from. Taking blood on her fingertips, she drew two lightning bolts from her eyes to her chin. She remained in her place on her knees beside her kill, eyes closed as she continued to pay the sacred animal's spirit homage.
Eventually, the sound of horses roused her. Anpo inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, rising to stand. Several warriors from both camps arrived, whooping in excitement.
"Tanksi! I told you!" Nupa called, clearly elated at his best friend's success. "You have brought this camp much honor with wakan tanka!" He hopped off his horse and ran forward to clap Anpo on the back.
Others from both camps clambered off their mounts to congratulate the young woman. Anpo smiled and flushed from their praise. There was a pause in the well-wishing when the two chiefs arrived. Both, elder and younger, approached the carcass and studied it, speaking softly to one another.
Wicasa Waziya Mani bent, whispered something to the bull, and yanked the arrow that had been his from the flesh. His teeth were bright against his dark skin as he approached the waiting warriors. "You have done well, wikoskalaka," he said.
Nodding, Anpo responded, "Thank you, wicahcala."
More horses thundered up as the rest of the men arrived. One threw himself from his saddle and angrily marched towards the knot of warriors gathered at the beast.
"The tatanka ska is my kill!" Hehaka Yatke argued. "I am the honored one! Not some wicincala!"
There was a collective gasp as Anpo was slurred. Even Yatke's chief turned to stare at his warrior, ashamed for his rudeness. "Yatke..." he growled, eyes flashing.
"Hoh, Mani!" the enraged warrior interrupted. "You might be willing to step aside for a wicincala pretending to be wicasa, but I will not! You saw the shot! You know I speak truly!"
"I know that you and I and two others all tried to slay the tatanka ska at the same time. Three arrows pierced the animal's hide." Mani spread his hands out, an apologetic look sent the young woman's way. "I know that my arrow was not deep enough to kill. I do not believe yours was either, Yatke."
The other man refused to back down. "I claim the tatanka ska," he insisted, arms crossed over his chest and chin jutting out in defiance.
"Then let the shamans ask the spirit of tatanka ska," came a clear voiced suggestion.
Everyone turned to look at Anpo.
"The shamans will talk to his spirit and will know who slew him," the warrior continued, her face relaxed though her eyes were hard.
There was a general murmur from the other warriors as this was considered. While the hunting was over, it wasn't official, and no wars or vendettas could be fought until it was. All seemed to find it a good idea except the disputor.
"Hoh! There is no need! A wikoskalaka could never shoot an arrow with enough strength to kill tatanka!"
Anpo's eyes narrowed and she frowned. Around her, a good portion of the warriors from both camps growled, having seen the previous kills she'd made. A whisper of a memory crossed her mind. I will become better than most men.
The warrior refused to back up when the woman stepped forward to glare deeply into his eyes.
In a strong voice, Anpo asked, "Then you are afraid?"
Yatke's back stiffened even more. Pushing his face until it was a mere breath away from her own, he said, "I am not afraid of you or old men."
Undaunted, the young woman said, "Then you will abide by their decision?"
"If they decide against me, they will be wrong." He paused in thought. "But, I will abide by it."
A vision crossed Anpo's mind - the white woman with hair like the sun. "If the shamans decide in your favor, I will give you my best hunting pony. If they decide in my favor, you will give me the strange woman."
A flash of confusion briefly crossed Yatke's eyes. As all awaited his decision, he weighed the options. Up to this point, the pale woman had barely held her own, unable to understand the language or what was demanded of her as his woman and slave. It would be a loss of stature to lose her, no more than that. But, I will not lose.
Yatke smiled. "I agree. Let these wicasa," and he stressed the word, "be witness."
Wagmiza Wagna pointed to the nearest warrior still on his horse. "Go! Tell our shamans I have need of their counsel! And tell the rest of the camp this hunt is complete! Wana!"
The rider shot off at a full gallop, racing towards the camp.
There was some time before the messenger would return. In the meanwhile, warriors picked their way through the killing field, describing to each other the details of their kill.
Nupa remained at his friend's side. He cast sidelong glares at Yatke, who stood alone. "His head is full of feathers," he growled. "Anyone could see that you have the honor here, tanksi."
Shrugging in feigned disinterest, Anpo looked over the field. "I told you, tiblo. I will have the honor only if it is to be." Her mind saw a head of golden hair, eyes of the deepest blue. Is it to be?
Her friend refused to respond to her skepticism.
Soon, the rider returned, two other ponies with him carrying the wise men of the joined camps. Behind the three could be seen the approaching camp, preparing to slaughter the kill and ready the evening's feast.
Inyan Ceye climbed from his steed. "There is a dispute?" he asked, looking at the young woman.
Before the warrior could respond, Yatke spoke up. "Hau! There is!" He waved vaguely in Anpo's direction. "This... this... wikoskalaka," he sneered, "thinks the tatanka ska is hers. But she is not strong enough to slay it."
The shaman raised an eyebrow at Anpo who nodded in return. Turning to his comrade, a man about a dozen years senior, Inyan Ceye smiled. "Let's you and I have a look at tatanka ska so that we might ease these warriors' hearts and minds." And the two strode over and bent to their task.
As the women and girls picked over the carcasses, identifying their mens' kills by the decorations on the weapons, the two older men pored over the white buffalo. Soon, they each took out a rattle and other tools of their trade. Nearby stood a gaggle of hoksila, watching the proceedings with avid interest. A pipe was smoked, a chant commenced with much rattling and fanfare as the shamans joined forces to speak with the dead animal's spirit.
Anpo stood tall and proud, keeping her anxiety and anger under control. You are better than most men, Wi Ile Anpo, she thought. Catching movement from the corner of her eye, she watched her opponent pace. And definitely better than this man. She could feel the flow of strength from her friend and her father who stood behind her.
No one stood behind Yatke.
When most of the slaughtering had been done, the two men finished their spiritual quest. Both dusted off their robes and put away their shamanic instruments. There was a low sound of their voices as they conferred. Apparently coming to an agreement, the pair approached the disputing parties.
The elder shaman of Yatke's camp spoke up. "We have come to a decision. Will you abide by it?"
Anpo bowed her head in agreement. "I will abide by your decision, wicahcala. And I will keep my part of the wager."
"And I," the other warrior spouted, stepping forward with irritation that the woman had spoken first.
Nodding, the older of the shamans stepped back, gesturing towards Inyan Ceye.
"We have walked the land of the spirits and spoken to many who witnessed this hunt," the younger shaman intoned, eyes closed. "We have found the spirit of tatanka ska and asked him his opinion of this matter between two of our best hunters." Inyan Ceye opened his eyes and they snagged the attention of all who surrounded them. "Tatanka ska knows that the warrior in the yellow shirt slew him."
There was a moment of silence as his statement sunk in. And then Nupa whooped and pounded his friend on the back, nearly knocking her over in excitement. Anpo's knees felt watery and it was all she could do to keep her feet as relief washed over her. And something else coursed through her blood - a trickle of fear.
Hehaka Yatke stood frozen, a look of disbelief on his face.
His chief, Mani, approached and studied the man for long seconds. "I am witness," he said softly, bringing the warrior back to the present and reminding him of his wager. "When you lose, do not lose the lesson."
Kathleen wiped her sweaty forehead on her shoulder, about the only part of her anatomy that wasn't currently covered in gore. She was blood to the elbows and smears of the red liquid were on her dress and moccasins. Butcherin's hard work, she thought in tired amazement. I've always wondered why Adam was so exhausted when he was done with the venison. The blonde hurriedly returned to skinning the animal she was working on when the old grandmother began an angry tirade.
That morning there'd been a huge party at the main fires. There had been a lot of ceremonies and dancing, though the blonde had been surprised that it hadn't lasted too long. Not as long as their suppers, anyway. And then most of the men had ridden out of camp as if all the hounds of Hell had been upon them. Kathleen had sensed quite a bit of excitement from everyone in the camp and was all out curious. But her command of the language was still minimal and impeded her eavesdropping on the women she lived with.
At mid morning, a lone rider had returned. The clatter of hooves had drawn all the natives close and Kathleen trailed behind, holding the boy child. She watched as the rider hurled himself from his saddle and pelted towards the huge tent in the center of camp. Others were obviously puzzled by his behavior because a low buzz of conversation arose and a few frowns could be seen. Within moments, however, the rider had stepped back out of the tent, a large smile gracing his face. He spoke up, loud and clear, and the people cheered before suddenly becoming very industrious.
Kathleen found herself divested of the child she was carrying and herded back towards the tent she lived in. From there, the two women gathered several utensils and pushed some of them into her hands. She was surprised to find herself holding an obsidian knife. Do they trust me with weapons now? she wondered. Further thought wasn't allowed, however, as she was pulled and prodded away from the camp.
It was then that she noticed all the other members of the camp doing the same, a mass migration to the south. Within a few minutes, the group arrived at a low plain. Scattered all across it were dead animals.
That's what was happenin'! Kathleen's blue eyes grew wide as she made the connection. T'were huntin' for game! And then she found herself being pulled along until they came to an animal. The women with her began the slaughtering, urging her close and mimicking which way she should use her own knife to cut the thick hide.
Nearby, a cluster of the men had gathered and the blonde had looked up from her work when she'd heard angry voices. She was surprised to find that one of them was the man with the yellow shirt, the one who'd been watching her intently for the few days the camps had been joined. The other was the man she was living with. He must really be mad about somethin', Kathleen thought fearfully. Memories of an abusive savage came to her, flashes of pain from her many violations, and she shuddered.
And then the two old men that Kathleen thought were priests of some sort began singing over the body of an unusual colored carcass. Several men stood nearby and watched. Unable to fathom what they were about, the blonde returned her attention to her task. If he's mad already, I don't want ta give him cause ta beat me, she reasoned, slicing through the muscle of a leg to render the meat into smaller sizes. That he hadn't beat her before didn't cross her mind.
The words of his chief echoed in his head. "When you lose, do not lose the lesson." Yatke remained still, fighting the fury within at being bested by a wikoskalaka. But, what is the lesson?
His dark eyes regarded the young woman before him. Despite the pronouncement from the shamans, she did not smile, did not gloat at him for his loss. She was tall and strong, taller than most of the men around her. In fact, had Yatke not known that she was wikoskalaka, he would have assumed she was koskalaka. The woman before him was a warrior and proud, though not vain or ill spirited. She is a fine example of a warrior.
That thought surprised him and his anger seemed to drain away. Yatke looked around the killing field, locating his family. The woman in question was helping to slaughter one of his kills. She has been wounded deep inside by the others, the people who had her before. She will never willingly accept my bed or bear my children. Glancing down at the carcass of the white buffalo, he continued his train of thought. It is only fitting that the winyan jiji be given to the warrior who has slain tatanka ska.
With a nod to his chief, Yatke turned and left the group of men. He approached his family, receiving a hug from his son and listening to his young daughter chatter. A few words were spoken to his woman and his mother before he gestured at the blonde.
Kathleen, upon hearing the voice of the man she lived with, stopped her cutting and rose with the others. Unable to understand the language well, she watched blankly as he spoke to the other women. And then he waved her closer. The blonde recognized the word for 'come' in his chatter and approached with a wariness. Now, what? Is he still angry, then? Am I ta be beaten for somethin'? Does it start again? But a look into his eyes showed none of the flashing emotion.
She flinched just a bit when he grasped her upper arm and pulled her away from the others. Obediently, she came along, her brow furrowed in confusion. And then she was standing in front of the man with the yellow shirt.
Yatke literally handed the strange woman to the wikoskalaka. "I do not give this woman to you to pay a wager. I freely give her to honor your skill as a hunter and warrior of our people." He released the woman's arm and grinned. "Ask me anything to pay the wager due you."
Surprised at his change of heart, Anpo stared at him. Considering the bet, she said, "I will accept a pony so that the woman can ride."
He nodded and stepped back. "It shall be as you say. A pony for the wager." And then he turned to walked away.
It took a few moments for Kathleen to understand what exactly was going on. But, when she did, an icy hand gripped her heart and her blood pounded in her ears. He gave me away! she thought with horror. Oh, God! Now what will happen ta me!? Her ears picked up the conversation between the two men but she was frozen in fear. What if this one's like the last!? I don't think I can survive it again! Visions of her previous rapist filled her mind.
"Wait!" When he turned around, Anpo asked, "Does she have a name?"
Yatke shrugged. "I do not know. She was unable to tell us. We have used Jiji until she could speak to us." As the young woman was apparently satisfied with the response, he nodded and left.
"Your vision has come true, tanksi," Nupa grinned at his friend. "You have the honor of tatanka ska and the pale woman with hair like the sun!" He peered over her shoulder to look at the stranger. "Does this mean you will not move in with your cuwe's family when she marries?"
The pale woman's arm trembled beneath her grip and Anpo ignored her friend's joking. She is as scared as I! she marveled. But, why? Does she know of our destiny? The stranger's fear bolstered her own courage.
Kathleen stared at her filthy moccasins, blinking back tears. She heard the man speaking, but wasn't able to understand. And then, fingers were under her chin, bringing her face up to look at him. She peered into deep brown eyes that were full of curiosity, wonder and something else, something she couldn't quite define. The blonde's terror seemed to fade under the warrior's gaze, despite the bloody streaks that had been painted on his cheeks.
Eyes the blue of a deep lake. The world seemed to recede as their eyes locked. Anpo could hear her friend speaking, but couldn't hear the words. She also heard her father responding and the presence of them dissipated as they left the two women alone. "What is your name?" she asked.
There was a flash of confusion and, for the first time in weeks, Kathleen actually spoke up. "I don't know what ye want of me. I don't know yer words."
The musical tone of the woman's voice and language, despite its rustiness from lack of use, set Anpo back. A smile teased her lips. Her voice sounds like the birds and the wind playing through the trees.
She glanced quickly around, wanting to share this thought with someone, but no one was there. Most of the warriors and older children had helped the women gather the carcasses and return to camp. Her mother and sister were working on the tatanka ska now that it had been decided the honor was Anpo's. Nearby were a handful of people, the shamans, the chiefs, her father and friend, and Yatke and his family.
Anpo returned her attention to the white woman. "What is your name?" she asked again. This time, she patted her chest and stated, "Anpo." This was followed by her palm pressing into the woman's chest and a raised eyebrow.
My name! He wants ta know my name! Blue eyes lit up in comprehension and joy. None of the others had ever asked before. With an almost shy smile, she said, "Kathleen. I am Kathleen." She patted her own chest while using the name.
The warrior before her nodded. "Ketlin," was repeated, the accent making it sound exotic.
"Yes!"
Anpo sucked in a breath at the brilliant smile and couldn't help but return it. As she still had hold of the woman's arm, she brought her to the tatanka ska. "Ina," the warrior said, interrupting the women's labors. "Cuwekala. This is Ketlin. She is my woman now and will help you. Teach her what she needs to know."
Hca Wanahca smiled and rose to her feet. "Ohan, mitankala. I will teach her." She held out a bundle of skin that held two livers on it. "When we are finished with tatanka ska I will have Ketlin bring you the last piece." With a welcome gesture, she urged the pale woman towards her. "Come here, Ketlin."
Kathleen saw the strong resemblance between the man and the woman who was waving her closer. Siblings, then? Like me an' Stewart? She heard the word for 'come' followed by her name and approached. Soon she was helping to slaughter the final animal that was left on the field.
Nupa approached his friend with a wry smile on his face. "You look like hehaka just when he realizes he is being hunted, eyes wide and frozen in stillness."
Shaking herself from her reverie, the young woman pushed him with a shoulder. "I look no different from you when you eat at my father's fire," she teased, indicating her sister with her chin.
His eyes narrowed and the smile faded. "Is that the way it is between you and the white woman?" he asked. "Do you feel for her what I feel for Hca?"
Anpo grimaced, the good humor gone for the moment. "I do not know, tiblo. I just know that Ketlin and I have a destiny to share for good or ill."
Deciding to lighten the mood, Nupa laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "You have slain the tatanka ska, tanksi! It will be for good! I know it!!" He pulled her towards the remaining people gathered. "Come! They are nearly finished with their work. There will be a grand feast to celebrate!"
Pushing the confusion and fears away, Anpo joined in his laughter and allowed herself to be led away. But her eyes continued to track the white woman's movements. The vision lives, in reality as well as my heart. What will I do that will cause her to bleed?
After sharing the two livers out with the remaining men, Anpo and the others wandered back to the camp. There, a gathering was already beginning at the main fire, the warriors and their sons and younger brothers and elders. The tales were already being told fast and furious, the smaller children's eyes wide at the descriptions of the hunt that had just concluded.
Upon their arrival, space was made for the important men of the camp, the chiefs and shamans. Wagmiza Wagna cheerfully cleared the space to his left and waved the young woman forward. "Here, wikoskalaka! Sit here with me!"
Flushing, Anpo looked to Wicasa Waziya Mani who was being displaced from the honored position.
The younger chief smiled and gestured her closer. "Please, Anpo. It would honor me for you to sit here between us."
A bit nervous, the young woman nodded and settled down. Such honor for one of only sixteen winters. And the woman! I do not know if I am worthy of this. Her uneasiness faded, however, as the normal pattern of things asserted themselves. Pipes were pulled out, tales were spun and around the camp, women and girls were preparing the feast, the boys raced off to re-enact the stories they'd heard.
Anpo's attention was drawn away from one of the speakers when she saw the yellow hair of her woman. My woman. She shook her head at the thought and banished it for the moment, the complications of it too much to deal with for now. Ketlin. I wonder what her name means.
Kathleen had been cleaned up a bit after she and the other women brought the rest of the buffalo back to camp. The girl that was with her - Hca. Her name is Hca. - had put a skin with the liver of the animal they'd slaughtered in her hands. She was then led to the large gathering at the main fire.
"You must give this to Anpo," Hca said, giving the pale woman a gentle shove in her sister's direction.
Hearing the name, Kathleen looked about and found the man in the yellow shirt. She nodded her understanding, though the words weren't making sense. I'm ta give this ta him. With hesitant steps, she moved forward and around the group of men, painfully aware of the many eyes that followed her.
Anpo watched the woman approach, her attention so drawn away from the current speaker that his voice droned on into silence. Is it because of my vision that her presence does this to me? Or is it her power over me? came the concerned thought. And do I have the same power over her?
Eyes downcast, Kathleen knelt down beside the man in the yellow shirt and handed the skin to him. As he took it, she risked a glance at his face. He is handsome, the idle thought passed. When she was relieved of her package, she prepared to rise and return to the woman waiting for her.
Taking the liver of tatanka ska, the young warrior found the irony of its delivery amusing. It is only fitting Ketlin be the one to give it to me. But, when the blonde tried to rise, she reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist, forcing her to remain kneeling just behind her and to one side.
The firm hand on her wrist startled her and Kathleen flinched a little. She swallowed the sudden burst of fear in her heart and remained where she was. Is he displeased? she worried. When the man pulled a knife out of a pouch hanging from his neck, she trembled.
Around the pair, the stories had halted, all intent on what was unfolding before them. The wikoskalaka released the pale woman's wrist and brought her attention to the liver of the tatanka ska in her lap. With great care, she sliced off a bit of the organ and turned back to the pale woman.
Kathleen heard her name and peered fearfully up into kind brown eyes. He's not displeased, then, she thought with such a great sense of relief that she was happy to be on her knees and not standing. T'wouldn't do ye good ta faint, lass. Instead, he held a piece of the liver towards her lips, indicating she should eat it. Her stomach roiled a bit at the thought of the raw meat on her tongue coupled with the tension of the morning.
"Ketlin, you should share in the spirit of tatanka ska. It is because of him that you and I are together." Anpo watched the woman's skin go whiter with a vague sense of wonder. Soon she will be the color of tatanka ska himself!
The blonde swallowed her bile and forced herself to take the bit of meat. Even as her tongue cringed from it, the taste of the flesh surprised her. It's.... It's... rather good! she thought with amazement. Her stomach seemed to settle a bit and she finished her treat with a bit more relish.
The surprise in the blue eyes caused Anpo to grin a bit. As the white woman ate the meat, she turned back to the liver and sliced it up into small chunks. Taking one for herself, she handed the skin of meat to Mani beside her. "Let all of us enjoy the strength and spirit of tatanka ska."
Her generosity elicited a murmur of comment from the gathered men and boys. The skin was passed around until all had enjoyed a piece of liver from the sacred animal.
Hca touched Kathleen gently on the shoulder, having come up behind her. She smiled down at the fearful woman and beckoned her. "Come, Ketlin. It is time to clean up and prepare the feast."
The blonde woman nodded and rose. She followed the man's sister with a final glance back at the gathering. I wonder if he's always as gentle as this?
The camp had been set up along a river and it was here that Hca Wanahca led the stranger. Most of the women of the camp were already here, swimming and cleaning themselves and their clothing before beginning work on the night's meal and the skins. They chattered and laughed as they worked and played, enjoying the brief respite from their tasks.
Hca began removing her dress, using her hands to indicate that Kathleen was to do the same. Waniyetu Gi was already in the water, talking with her maske nearby.
Blushing, the blonde removed her bloody clothing and moccasins, mentally preparing for the onslaught of stares and comments and touches and pinches that usually happened during bathing time with these people. As expected, a hush grew over the group of women, all eyes studying her skin and hair and freckles with curious intensity. She flushed further in her embarrassment and stepped into the cold water.
The young woman with her heard the quiet and looked about with a frown. Seeing the other women's stares, she planted her hands on her bare hips and glared back at them. "Han, you!" she called out, garnering their attention. "Did your mothers raise you to be rude or is it something you learned as adults?" Hca demanded.
Several women blinked at her before realizing they were being chastised. Most had the decency to blush and look away. Others appeared affronted by Hca's direct and challenging manner, though they looked away, as well.
Satisfied, the young woman splashed into the water and approached the scared woman. "Do you know how to swim?" she asked, mimicking the motion with her arms. "To swim?"
Kathleen smiled a little and repeated the word. "To swim, yes!" She took a couple of strokes away and back. Her smile widened at the other woman's grin.
"Come, Ketlin!" Hca said. And she swam away towards the opposite shore.
Behind her, the blonde smiled at the invitation to play. She chased after Hca with a laugh. Maybe things will be better now, she dared to hope.
After bathing, Kathleen had found herself cleaning her dress alongside her new friend. She scraped the wet leather with a rock until most of the blood had been removed, her moccasins following suit. For the most part, the other women left her alone and it gave her time to think of the day's occurrences.
It wasn't that Hca and her mother were kinder to the blonde. The women she'd been living with before were just too busy in their day to day existence, what with two small children in the tent to increase the workload. Well, that and the old woman is a cantankerous one, Kathleen mused with a slight grin. Nearby, she could hear the old grandmother complaining about something to the younger.
The blonde hadn't seen any children with these two women. And the older one reminded her of her own mother. She wondered if Hca was married or not, and whether she'd had any children. I will miss that, Kathleen thought, catching a glimpse of the boy and girl she'd been living with as they frolicked in the water. It was nice ta have youngsters underfoot.
And then she was instructed by Hca to put the wet leather on and come along. Kathleen shivered in the breeze and wished she had different clothing to wear. She was led through the camp and to a tent. As the young woman with her held the leather aside and waved her in, she thought, My new home. The blonde ducked inside.
It looked pretty much the same as the last tent she'd lived in. A firepit in the center, robes stewn about for sleeping and sitting, various bundles here and there around the edge holding a multitude of incomprehensible items. As Kathleen remained standing just to one side of the doorway, Hca climbed in and passed her.
Waniyetu Gi also entered, tying her hair back in a knot. She noticed the pale woman shivering. "Cunksi, get Ketlin something dry to wear. Her skin is thin and she is cold." The older woman guided the blonde further into the ti ikceya by an elbow.
"Ohan, ina." The wikoskalaka rummaged among her things and found what she was looking for. With a smile, she turned to her charge and held up another dress. "You will wear this, Ketlin," she said. When the blonde made no move to take it, Hca pushed it closer. "It is yours. I made it for the woman of my mitankala's vision."
The dress was of buckskin and long. It was painted yellow, like Anpo's shirt. Running from shoulder to hem were two strips of white with designs painted red on them - the lightning bolt, the buffalo and the sun.
Hesitantly, Kathleen took the offering. "Thank you, Hca," she said, though she knew the woman wouldn't understand her. "It's beautiful." She looked down to her own dress, formless and without adornment. Unbidden, tears came to her eyes.
The smile on her face faded as she saw the wetness trailing from the blonde's eyes. Hca frowned in concern and stepped forward. "I did not wish to hurt you, Ketlin," she said, taking the woman by the shoulders.
With an experienced eye, Waniyetu Gi looked the new arrival over. "I do not think she has been hurt by you, cunksi," she decided. "I have spoken with my maske and Yatke's woman about this her. She was hurt very much by the people who had her before."
Kathleen tried to hold back the tears as the women conversed about her. She angrily swiped one away. Now is not the time, Kath! she thought, fighting her emotions. But all was for naught when an understanding look crossed Hca's face and the blonde found herself being pulled into an embrace.
The kindness seemed to open a floodgate and all the pain and fear and worry of the past few weeks seemed to wash over her. Kathleen began sobbing, her body shaking from the force of her cries. Slowly, she was lowered down until she and Hca were seated on some furs. The woman was rocking her and singing softly as the crying continued.
Eventually, the tears subsided. Kath, yer an idiot, she thought as she pulled sheepishly away from Hca. As she hiccoughed like a small child, Waniyetu Gi knelt beside them and wiped her face with a piece of soft leather. Kathleen blushed at the treatment, feeling as if she was three years old. But ye do feel better, lass, she had to admit.
Kathleen allowed herself to be undressed. The wet leather of the previous outfit no longer against her skin, she could feel herself warm up almost immediately. There was a final shiver as she slipped the new dress over her head and smoothed it down. She noticed that the other women were doing the same, each avoiding watching each other. The blonde averted her gaze, as well, giving the others as much privacy as was available in a tent of this size.
Once she was finished, Hca tied a belt about her waist and looked to the white woman. She beckoned the stranger forward to stand in front of her. With a smile, the dark woman produced a yellow belt to go with the dress. She tied it about Kathleen, drawing the formless clothing in at the waist. With a satisfied smile, she stepped back to regard her handiwork. "Ina, what do you think?"
Waniyetu Gi cocked her head to one side. "You are good with the paints, cunksi. And you did well with the size of the taha cuwignaka."
'Ina.' Does that mean 'mother'? That wasn't the word the other woman used for the older one. She worried the question, wanting answers but not able to get her inquiry across to the pair that stood regarding her.
"Come, Ketlin, cunksi," Waniyetu Gi said. "We must work on the hides and the meat before things go bad." The older woman moved to the tiopa and stepped out of the lodge.
Taking Kathleen by the hand, the dark woman led her charge in the same direction. "I will teach you how to tan the skins that my mitankala has killed for you, Ketlin."
Feeling a little more grounded from her bout of emotion, the blonde followed along, a sense of gentle wistfulness seeming to fill her. P'rhaps things'll be better now.
The feast was a happy affair and Kathleen found the music and dancing fascinating. Previous times since her initial capture she was either kept in the tent or left to her own devices in some out of the way area with the children. The fear and depression had kept her meek and wanting to hide from prying eyes. Now, however, it was her duty to serve Anpo and places to hide were rare.
He must not have any other wives, she considered. While with Hehaka Yatke, the blonde was rarely called upon to serve him food - the mother of his children did that chore. And since I was the second... wife....? I wasn't needed ta feed him. From what Kathleen could gather, Hca was Anpo's sister and Gi was his mother. She hadn't seen who his father was, yet, as Anpo seemed to take after his mother.
The afternoon had been quite educational. Hca had been a fine instructor, not only of how to take care of the skins and meat, but the words involved with each item. By the time the meal had been ready, Kathleen was able to name everything properly. She had received a laugh and a hug from the dark young woman in reward and had grinned foolishly for some time after.
When the blonde had prepared the first serving of food, Hca had helped by adding extra of the things she knew her sister enjoyed and frowning with a shake of her head for those that Anpo did not. With attention to detail, Kathleen had understood what she was being told and refrained from giving the warrior anything not on the list of favorables.
As the night drifted on, the children were settled into their ti ikceyas. Soon the elders followed suit, leaving the fire and reveling to the younger crowd. Songs were sung, dances danced and music played. Kathleen was happy to note that there were, indeed, a set of pipes being played and wondered if she'd be allowed to play them herself. The food was eaten until there was nothing left.
Anpo felt full, not just in a physical sense, but spiritual and emotional as well. Her spirits, while naturally light, seemed higher than ever as she joked and teased and sang and danced with her family and friends. And always, her eyes fell on the pale woman, watching the firelight flicker through her yellow hair.
The cuwignaka that Kathleen wore was very interesting. The designs painted on it were identical to the ones on her own shirt. The one that my cuwekala gave me. When the wikoskalaka got up to dance, Anpo watched with interest as her sister tried to entice the pale woman. It took a moment before she understood what was being asked and, when the blue eyes became panicked, the warrior had intercepted them and shook her head.
Now the elders and children were sleeping and the crowd around the fire had thinned considerably. Quite a few of the young men and women had also gone to their sleeping furs. Anpo turned to look at the blonde and found her eyes drifting closed.
With a fond smile, Anpo reached out and touched the woman's shoulder, rousing her. "Come, Ketlin," she said, rising to her feet and helping her woman do the same. "It is time for sleep. You are tired."
Kathleen had started when the warm hand had touched her shoulder. It had been an exhausting day, what with the butchering and the emotional turmoil she'd been through. She heard Anpo speak and understood they were leaving as he rose. He helped her to her feet and, while he made some comments to the remaining people, began walking towards the tent he stayed in.
As they drifted further into the darkness, the blonde's fears began to grow again. Ye know he'll want ta bed ye, Kath. Ye can't do ta him what ye did ta the other. He'll give ye away, sure as rain! By the time they had stepped into the tent, her heart was pounding and she was having difficulty breathing, the panic attack building in intensity. I don't know if I can do it!
Taking the pale woman by the hand, Anpo directed her to her sleeping robes. There were just enough coals in the firepit to light their way. Hca and her parents were already in their own robes and sleeping nearby. The warrior settled Kathleen on her robes and stepped to the firepit to stir up a bit of flame.
The orange of the fire backlit the warrior's muscular frame and Kathleen swallowed anxiously. When the man returned to the furs and sat facing her, she dropped her gaze and chewed her lower lip. Oh, God! Here 'tis! She felt hands on her shoulders as the man turned her in her place to face him. Now they were seated with the fire to her right and his left. He wants ta see what he's got, Kathleen's mind blithered.
Anpo could see the blonde trembling with fear and she knew the reason. Her ina had told her of the woman's treatment, having spoken with both her maske and Yatke's woman. She shakes like a young bird just out of the nest. A look of concern crossed her face. Ketlin thinks I will hurt her like the others did.
But the desire to touch the white woman, this enigma from a vision, was so strong, that Anpo could not deny it. I must do something to ease her heart. Swiftly, fluidly, she rose to her feet and removed her clothing.
The suddenness of Anpo's movement startled the woman and she flinched back despite her best efforts. Kathleen held her stomach and shivered as the yellow shirt fell to one side, followed by the breechclout and belt and moccasins. Dark skinned hands reached down and took her own. It was a bit of a struggle as a part of her wanted to keep hold of herself.
Feeling the tenseness in the woman's limbs, the warrior pulled firmly until Kathleen reluctantly let her arms stretch out. She is so sad and scared. Anpo helped the blonde stand before her.
Kathleen kept her eyes averted, her head turned towards the fire. She could feel the tears already beginning to course down her cheeks, but she refused to sob out loud. Her new friend, Hca, was sleeping nearby and the blonde didn't want to wake her.
"Ketlin. Look at me." When the woman remained staring into the flames, Anpo reached out and guided her chin around. Again, there was resistance and the warrior watched the tendons in the long neck jump as they strained.
Trying to keep her eyes away from the man before her, Kathleen stared over his head. She saw motion in front of her face, two fingers pointing into her eyes, that drew her attention despite her best efforts.
Anpo pointed into the woman's eyes and then her own. "Look at me, Ketlin."
Their eyes met and locked. Just as it had been earlier on the killing field, Kathleen's fears seemed to drain away. Her mind was babbling that she was going to be raped again, but for some reason it wasn't sinking in. And then Anpo's hand was gesturing, bringing her eyes downwards.
Still holding one of the woman's hands, the warrior felt in clutch in a spasm of surprise. Kathleen weaved in her shock and would have fallen had Anpo not caught her, lowering her gently back down.
He's a... a... woman! The vision of breasts and a barren patch of dark curly hair played itself over and over in Kathleen's mind. A woman!?
Anpo smiled into the wide blue eyes that stared at her in amazement. Again, she gestured down her body, drawing the woman's gaze. "See, Ketlin? I am no different than you." She reached out and caressed the blonde's cheek. "I will not hurt you. I swear it."
The pale woman was at a loss. All her emotions had been preparing for another painful encounter. She felt as if she had climbed to the edge of a great chasm only to find herself on solid ground. Kathleen felt the hand brush her cheek and it brought her back to the present. Her mind whirled with confusion, but she tentatively returned the smile that was bestowed on her.
Encouraged by the smile, Anpo's widened. She let her attention roam from the deep blue eyes to the yellow hair. Leaning forward, she reached behind Kathleen and unbound her hair. The color of it sparkled in the firelight and the warrior's mouth opened a bit as she studied it with awe, taking a few strands between her fingers and admiring the contrast against her skin. It is the same as my vision. The Sun has graced Ketlin. This, naturally, lead her to follow the line of the woman's neck to where it disappeared into her dress.
Still a bit dazed at the revelation, Kathleen sat still when the warrior leaned forward, arms on either side of her head to reach the tie that held her hair back. She could smell the distinctive odor of Anpo, a mixture of herbal aromas and woodsmoke, deciding she liked it. She's curious, the woman thought when the dark woman leaned back and studied a handful of her hair. Just like all the others have been. Kathleen watched the dark eyes study her face and neck and then seem to flash irritation at the collar of the buckskin dress she was wearing. But, rather than have her remove the dress, Anpo moved on to the exposed areas of her skin.
If the white woman understood things, she belonged to Anpo just as she'd belonged to the previous two men she'd lived with, the first as a captive and the second as a slave. Even if she is a girl. And that thought brought up another. She is a girl! Though she's not much younger than me! Well, no wonder she's curious, Kath!
Despite the frustration of the clothing that Kathleen wore, the warrior continued her inspection around it. She reached for the woman's hand and pulled the pale arm out. Leaning close, Anpo peered at the fine almost white hairs that sparkled in the light. Her breath caused them to tremble and move. Even her skin has yellow hair!
Kathleen found herself grinning at the wonder evident on the younger woman's face. Well, lass, ye don't have ta worry about rape, then. But ye do still have ta worry about displeasing her. This sobered her a bit as she considered her options. Making a decision that her mother would have cringed from, she sat up a bit straighter and pulled her arm from Anpo's grasp.
When Kathleen removed her arm, it broke the spell that the warrior had been under. She looked up blankly as the woman rose to stand in front of her. A puzzled look crossed her face as the blonde smiled at her. And then her eyebrows rose to their zenith when Kathleen removed her dress and settled back down on the robes.
The dress was folded neatly and set to one side before the white woman risked a glance at Anpo. The look of stark amazement and wonder caused her to chuckle a bit in her nervousness. Kathleen flushed as she felt the dark gaze flicker across her nude body. Aye, if mum saw ye now, lass....
She is.... She is... beautiful! Anpo leaned forward and peered at the newly revealed flesh. Unbidden, her hand reached out to touch the skin but she stopped it. She looked up at the woman, question in her eyes.
Touched by the request, Kathleen smiled and nodded, taking the hand in her own and guiding it to her heart. Her smile widened at the look of gratitude the warrior woman sent her before returning to her inspection. Warm hands and fingers touched her, felt her, combed through the sparse blonde hairs between her legs. I don't b'lieve this, the pale woman thought as she felt a low burn at her center. She's a girl!
Anpo was impressed by the soft skin, the tiny hairs that were all over the woman's body, the crinkly curls between her legs that were just slightly darker than the hair on her head. She enjoyed the contrast of her dark hand against Kathleen's, more so on her belly where it was whiter than on the arms. And, by feeling the pale woman, Kathleen became more real, more than the vision that had driven the warrior for all these years.
Finally finished with her examination, Anpo sighed and straightened. She is more relaxed now, she thought as she studied the woman across from her. She knows I will not hurt her as she has been hurt before. With a final smile, the warrior readjusted herself on the robes, covering herself and gesturing for her woman to lie with her. "Ketlin. It is time to sleep."
Realizing that nothing further was going to happen this night and, not even sure what could happen between two women, Kathleen gratefully climbed into the sleeping robes with the young warrior. Well, lass, ye've been feelin' all day that ye came home. They settled comfortably together as the flickering flames faded. "Good night, Anpo," she murmured. "Thank you." Will this be home now?
Hearing the strange lilt of her woman's voice, the dark woman smiled. She hugged Kathleen closer, enjoying for the first time the sensation of skin against skin. "Be safe, Ketlin. Know that I am here to protect you."
The pair drifted off to sleep.
Hca Wanahca (hajah wah-nah-hajah) - (Cinksi/Anpo's sister) nicknamed Hca
Hehaka Yatke (heh-hah-kah yaht-keh) - owner of Kathleen from Mani's camp
Inyan Ceye (een-yahn cheh-yeh) - (shaman) nicknamed Inyan
Kathleen Sarah McGlashan Stevens - the white woman, nicknamed Ketlin
Nupa Olowan (noo-pah oh-loh-wahn) - (Cinksi/Anpo's childhood friend) nicknamed Nupa
Wanbli Zi (wahn-blee zee) - (Cinksi/Anpo's father) nicknamed Wanbli
Wagmiza Wagna (wah-gamee-zah wah-ganah) - Chief of Cinksi/Anpo's camp
Waniyetu Gi (wah-nee-yeh-too jee) - (Cinksi/Anpo's mother) nicknamed Gi
Wi Ile Anpo (wee ee-leh ahn-poh) - (a.k.a. Cinksi) nicknamed Anpo
Wicasa Waziya Mani (wee-chah-sah wah-zee-yah mah-nee) - (chief of joining camp) nicknamed Mani