heart could not be fixed. The pain in her gut could. She caught a splendid silvery trout with a rainbow of scales. The act of fishing made her forget Marda for a while. The act of gutting it did, too. But as the fish cooked on the fire, the ache came back again, worse than before. It was so bad, she thought she might bring the fish back up again as well. But her body was stronger than that. It had taken her a day and a night and another whole day to understand that.
The body has its own logic, her mother often told her. The heart has none.
She buried the fish bones, scattered the remains of the fire. She had been taught well.
When she went into the woods to relieve herself, she found her pants spattered with blood and for the first time understood. The ache in her belly, the pain that spread like fire from her heart, had nothing to do with Marda after all. She was come into womanhood for the first time, here in the wood, here in her deserted state.
The body has its own logic. She laughed and said it aloud. âThe body has its own logic.â She covered the hole carefully with dirt, packed it down. She would have to go back to the Hame. A menstruating woman did not belong alone in a place of big cats. Especially with night coming on. She would wash in the river, and then she would go back to the Hame.
The History:
As in all warrior societies, the Amazonian women of the Dales did not concern themselves about gender. Homosexual couplings were common in the all-female society within the Hames. But in order for that society to continue, there had to be children. They were got in two ways. Either the women who were not exclusively female-to-female oriented went outside the community and mated with males, bringing any female offspring back to the Hame with them, or they took care of cast-off female children belonging to the outside world.
Such outside mating when done within the armies was known as Blanket Companions. A woman of the Hames who went into the nearby towns for the express purpose of conceiving a child was known as a Year Wife. One who stayed longer, but eventually returned to the Hame with her girl children, was called a Green Widow. We do not know why.
The Story:
The river was cold, especially with night closing in around her, so Selna built a fire as close to the water as she could. Then she stripped off her leathers and, without giving herself time to think, plunged into the pool.
The water scrubbed at her and she shivered at first, but soon the act of bathing made her almost warm. She looked up at the sky. The moonâfull and roundâwas creeping over the tops of the trees.
Selna stood still and the pool waters stopped rippling. The surface was like glass. When she looked down into the water, the moon was reflected back, as clear as in Mother Altaâs mirror. Selna was reflected too, as if there were two of her. Selnaâand her other. Marda.
The body has its own logic, she thought, slowly raising her hands and speaking the words of the Night of Sisterhood.
She meant the words to call Marda back. If they had powerâand she knew they did, everyone in the Hame knew itâthen maybe here in the woods, where she and Marda had sealed their love in blood, she would come. Marda would come.
Dark to light,
Day to night,
Here my plea,
Thee to me.
She turned her palms toward her breast and made a slow, beckoning motion, reciting the chant over and over.
It got dark, except for the moon overhead, except for the fire crackling on the shore. A slight mist rose from the poolâs mirror surface, a mist that at first Selna could see through. And then she could not.
Thee to me,
Thee to me,
Thee to me.
Her hands kept up the beckoning. The body has its own logic. Her mouth kept up the chant. The girls had trained so long with Mother Alta in that chant that once started, Selna could not stop. Her body was cold, almost immobilized by the cold. But the chant kept rolling from her mouth, and the
The body has its own logic, her mother often told her. The heart has none.
She buried the fish bones, scattered the remains of the fire. She had been taught well.
When she went into the woods to relieve herself, she found her pants spattered with blood and for the first time understood. The ache in her belly, the pain that spread like fire from her heart, had nothing to do with Marda after all. She was come into womanhood for the first time, here in the wood, here in her deserted state.
The body has its own logic. She laughed and said it aloud. âThe body has its own logic.â She covered the hole carefully with dirt, packed it down. She would have to go back to the Hame. A menstruating woman did not belong alone in a place of big cats. Especially with night coming on. She would wash in the river, and then she would go back to the Hame.
The History:
As in all warrior societies, the Amazonian women of the Dales did not concern themselves about gender. Homosexual couplings were common in the all-female society within the Hames. But in order for that society to continue, there had to be children. They were got in two ways. Either the women who were not exclusively female-to-female oriented went outside the community and mated with males, bringing any female offspring back to the Hame with them, or they took care of cast-off female children belonging to the outside world.
Such outside mating when done within the armies was known as Blanket Companions. A woman of the Hames who went into the nearby towns for the express purpose of conceiving a child was known as a Year Wife. One who stayed longer, but eventually returned to the Hame with her girl children, was called a Green Widow. We do not know why.
The Story:
The river was cold, especially with night closing in around her, so Selna built a fire as close to the water as she could. Then she stripped off her leathers and, without giving herself time to think, plunged into the pool.
The water scrubbed at her and she shivered at first, but soon the act of bathing made her almost warm. She looked up at the sky. The moonâfull and roundâwas creeping over the tops of the trees.
Selna stood still and the pool waters stopped rippling. The surface was like glass. When she looked down into the water, the moon was reflected back, as clear as in Mother Altaâs mirror. Selna was reflected too, as if there were two of her. Selnaâand her other. Marda.
The body has its own logic, she thought, slowly raising her hands and speaking the words of the Night of Sisterhood.
She meant the words to call Marda back. If they had powerâand she knew they did, everyone in the Hame knew itâthen maybe here in the woods, where she and Marda had sealed their love in blood, she would come. Marda would come.
Dark to light,
Day to night,
Here my plea,
Thee to me.
She turned her palms toward her breast and made a slow, beckoning motion, reciting the chant over and over.
It got dark, except for the moon overhead, except for the fire crackling on the shore. A slight mist rose from the poolâs mirror surface, a mist that at first Selna could see through. And then she could not.
Thee to me,
Thee to me,
Thee to me.
Her hands kept up the beckoning. The body has its own logic. Her mouth kept up the chant. The girls had trained so long with Mother Alta in that chant that once started, Selna could not stop. Her body was cold, almost immobilized by the cold. But the chant kept rolling from her mouth, and the
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