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spare chunks of flint, thinking about Dalanar and the Cave he had founded. The Lanzadonii were growing. More people had joined them since he left, and families were expanding. There will be a Second Cave of the Lanzadonii soon, he thought. He put the pouchinside his backframe, then cooking utensils, food and other equipment. His sleeping roll and tent went on top, and two of the tent poles into a holder on the left side of his pack. Thonolan carried the ground cover and the third pole. In a special holder on the right sides of their backframes, they both carried several spears.
    Thonolan was filling a waterbag with snow. It was made of an animal’s stomach and covered with fur. When it was very cold, as it had been on the plateau glacier over the highland they had just crossed, they carried the waterbags inside their parkas next to the skin, so body heat could melt the snow. There was no fuel for fire on a glacier. They were over it now, but not yet at a low enough elevation to find free-flowing water.
    “I’ll tell you, Jondalar,” Thonolan said, looking up. “I am glad Joplaya is not my cousin. I think I’d give up my Journey to mate that woman. You never told me she was so beautiful I’ve never seen anyone like her, a man can’t keep his eyes away from her. Makes me grateful I was born to Marthona after she mated Willomar, not while she was still Dalanar’s mate. At least it gives me a chance.”
    “I guess she is beautiful at that. I haven’t seen her for three years. I expected her to be mated by now. I’m glad Dalanar has decided to take the Lanzadonii to the Zelandonii Meeting this summer. With only one Cave, there are not many to choose from. It will give Joplaya a chance to meet some other men.”
    “Yes, and give Marona a little competition. I almost hate to miss it when those two meet. Marona is used to being the beauty of the bunch. She is going to hate Joplaya. And with you not showing up, I have a feeling Marona is not going to enjoy this year’s Summer Meeting.”
    “You’re right, Thonolan. She’s going to be hurt, and angry, and I don’t blame her. She has a temper, but she’s a good woman. All she needs is a man good enough for her. And she does know how to please a man. When I’m with her, I’m all ready to tie the knot, but when she’s not around … I don’t know, Thonolan.” Jondalar frowned as he pulled a belt around his parka after putting his waterbag inside.
    “Tell me something,” Thonolan asked, serious again. “How would you feel if she decided to mate someone else while we’re gone? It’s likely, you know.”
    Jondalar tied the belt on while he was thinking. “I’d behurt, or my pride would—I’m not sure which. But I wouldn’t blame her. I think she deserves someone better than me, someone who wouldn’t leave her to go off on a Journey at the last moment. And if she’s happy, I’d be happy for her.”
    “That’s what I thought,” the younger brother said. Then he broke into a grin. “Well, Big Brother, if we’re going to keep ahead of that donii that’s coming after you, we’d better get moving.” Thonolan finished loading his backframe, then lifted his fur parka and slipped an arm out of the sleeve to hang the waterbag over his shoulder underneath it.
    The parkas were cut from a simple pattern. Front and back were more or less rectangular pieces laced together at the sides and shoulders, with two smaller rectangles folded and sewn into tubes and attached as sleeves. Hoods, also attached, had a fringe of wolverine fur around the face since ice from moisture in the breath would not cling to it. The parkas were richly decorated with beadwork of bone, ivory, shell, animal teeth, and black-tipped white ermine tails. They slipped on over the head and hung loosely like tunics to about midway down the thigh, and were cinched around the waist with a belt.
    Under the parkas were soft buckskin shirts made from a similar pattern, and trousers of fur, flapped