Return to Eden

dignified presence. The nearest, a fat Yilanè with purple designs on her arms and down her chest, continuing onto the rolls of fat as well, looked at her with one cold eye. Then turned her head, wattles swinging and spoke a rude query.
    "Explain presence, highest to lowest."
    Vaintè gave her one disdainful glance, then looked back to the Eistaa. The fat one's crest flared because she was not used to being dismissed this rudely. Saagakel, who was indeed an Eistaa of intelligence, was aware of this exchange and enjoyed it. Watched but did not interrupt. Ostuku was fat and lazy and deserved a little reduction of status as well as of weight.
    "Answer demanded stranger!" Ostuku ordered.
    Vaintè looked at her coldly and spoke with minimum movements, rejection without insult. "I am commanded only by those of power: I speak only to those with grace."
    Ostuku gasped, angered and confused. The sureness of the visitor was real, her presence imposing. She turned away from Vaintè, not willing to go on with the exchange.
    "An accomplished Yilanè," Saagakel thought, and of course communicated this thought to those around her. Vaintè heard it as well and signed respectful gratitude, pleasure of presence. All of the others were watching now and Vaintè was suddenly the center of attention. She saw this, stood and spoke.
    "Apologies, Saagakel Eistaa of power. I did not mean to impose myself on your presence, wishing just to experience the pleasures of your ambesed, the strength of your presence. I withdraw for I have caused an interruption."
    "A welcome one, for events of the day are boring beyond belief. Come forward and tell us of yourself and of your visit to Yebèisk."
    Vaintè did as she had been commanded, moving closer to the Eistaa. "I am Vaintè, she who was Eistaa of Alpèasak." When she spoke the city's name she added modifiers of darkness and termination. Saagakel responded with knowledge of circumstance.
    "We have heard of your city and those who died there. Killer ustuzou, event of great unhappiness."
    "Happiness restored. Ustuzou driven out, the city Yilanè once again—for Ikhalmenets has gone to Alpèasak."
    Saagakel signed knowledge and memory. "I have heard of that great event from uruketo of Ikhalmenets that called here. I also heard of one who drove out the ustuzou. Coincidence of great importance, for that Yilanè also bore the name of Vaintè."
    Vaintè lowered her eyes and tried to speak humbly, succeeded slightly.
    "There is only one Yilanè of small importance who bears the name Vaintè."
    Saagakel expressed great pleasure. "Doubly welcome to my city, Vaintè. You must tell me of this new land of Gendasi* across the ocean and of all the things that have happened there. Here, sit close to my right thumbs, and speak to us. Move, fat Ostuku, and make room for our new comrade."
    CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
    Each day after that Vaintè would go the ambesed and join the circle of confidantes that ringed the Eistaa.
    It was a pleasure to watch the flow of a great city again, the problems being brought to Saagakel, her orders issued. She delegated authority easily, but always in limited terms; have these fields prepared, those animals moved, the fishing catch to be improved. Those who acted for her would then be ignored—until they reported success of assignment. It was always success because any Yilanè who did not carry out the Eistaa's directions, precisely and completely, was never seen again in the ruling half of the ambesed. Vaintè admired this, as well as the not too obvious fact that none of the assistants were ever delegated power in more than one area—or for more than a limited amount of time. Saagakel was the Eistaa and saw to it that no other had the experience or opportunity to aspire to that place.
    When her day's work was finished, the Eistaa would bathe in the pool of warm water hidden by the trees behind her place of power. Once she was refreshed and cleansed, meat would be brought to her and she would eat with great pleasure. Then, on most days, she would sign to Vaintè to tell them more about Gendasi* distant across the sea, of Alpèasak the city that grew and was Yilanè, was burnt and infected by ustuzou, was reclaimed again in the end. There was so much to tell that Vaintè could choose the content and manner of telling. Her listeners noticed no gaps in her history for she told it in separate units and each unit was complete. They were entertained, horrified, fascinated and grateful. They,