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I
remember
so
many
women
who
have
gone
into
the
becoming
of
the
one
woman
.
There
was
the
time
that
Har
,
my
brother
,
and
I
,
sleeping
and
pursuing
in
turn
,
ever
hounding
the
wild
stallion
through
the
daytime
and
night
,
and
in
a
wide
circle
that
met
where
the
sleeping
one
lay
,
drove
the
stallion
unresting
through
hunger
and
thirst
to
the
meekness
of
weakness
,
so
that
in
the
end
he
could
but
stand
and
tremble
while
we
bound
him
with
ropes
twisted
of
deer-hide
.
On
our
legs
alone
,
without
hardship
,
aided
merely
by
wit
--
the
plan
was
mine
--
my
brother
and
I
walked
that
fleet-footed
creature
into
possession
.
And
when
all
was
ready
for
me
to
get
on
his
back
--
for
that
had
been
my
vision
from
the
first
--
Selpa
,
my
woman
,
put
her
arms
about
me
,
and
raised
her
voice
and
persisted
that
Har
,
and
not
I
,
should
ride
,
for
Har
had
neither
wife
nor
young
ones
and
could
die
without
hurt
.
Also
,
in
the
end
she
wept
,
so
that
I
was
raped
of
my
vision
,
and
it
was
Har
,
naked
and
clinging
,
that
bestrode
the
stallion
when
he
vaulted
away
.
It
was
sunset
,
and
a
time
of
great
wailing
,
when
they
carried
Har
in
from
the
far
rocks
where
they
found
him
.
His
head
was
quite
broken
,
and
like
honey
from
a
fallen
bee-tree
his
brains
dripped
on
the
ground
.
His
mother
strewed
wood-ashes
on
her
head
and
blackened
her
face
.
His
father
cut
off
half
the
fingers
of
one
hand
in
token
of
sorrow
.
And
all
the
women
,
especially
the
young
and
unwedded
,
screamed
evil
names
at
me
;
and
the
elders
shook
their
wise
heads
and
muttered
and
mumbled
that
not
their
fathers
nor
their
fathers
'
fathers
had
betrayed
such
a
madness
.
Horse
meat
was
good
to
eat
;
young
colts
were
tender
to
old
teeth
;
and
only
a
fool
would
come
to
close
grapples
with
any
wild
horse
save
when
an
arrow
had
pierced
it
,
or
when
it
struggled
on
the
stake
in
the
midst
of
the
pit
.
And
Selpa
scolded
me
to
sleep
,
and
in
the
morning
woke
me
with
her
chatter
,
ever
declaiming
against
my
madness
,
ever
pronouncing
her
claim
upon
me
and
the
claims
of
our
children
,
till
in
the
end
I
grew
weary
,
and
forsook
my
far
vision
,
and
said
never
again
would
I
dream
of
bestriding
the
wild
horse
to
fly
swift
as
its
feet
and
the
wind
across
the
sands
and
the
grass
lands
.
And
through
the
years
the
tale
of
my
madness
never
ceased
from
being
told
over
the
camp-fire
.
Yet
was
the
very
telling
the
source
of
my
vengeance
;
for
the
dream
did
not
die
,
and
the
young
ones
,
listening
to
the
laugh
and
the
sneer
,
redreamed
it
,
so
that
in
the
end
it
was
Othar
,
my
eldest-born
,
himself
a
sheer
stripling
,
that
walked
down
a
wild
stallion
,
leapt
on
its
back
,
and
flew
before
all
of
us
with
the
speed
of
the
wind
.
Thereafter
,
that
they
might
keep
up
with
him
,
all
men
were
trapping
and
breaking
wild
horses
.
Many
horses
were
broken
,
and
some
men
,
but
I
lived
at
the
last
to
the
day
when
,
at
the
changing
of
camp-sites
in
the
pursuit
of
the
meat
in
its
seasons
,
our
very
babes
,
in
baskets
of
willow-withes
,
were
slung
side
and
side
on
the
backs
of
our
horses
that
carried
our
camp-trappage
and
dunnage
.
I
,
a
young
man
,
had
seen
my
vision
,
dreamed
my
dream
;
Selpa
,
the
woman
,
had
held
me
from
that
far
desire
;
but
Othar
,
the
seed
of
us
to
live
after
,
glimpsed
my
vision
and
won
to
it
,
so
that
our
tribe
became
wealthy
in
the
gains
of
the
chase
.
There
was
a
woman
--
on
the
great
drift
down
out
of
Europe
,
a
weary
drift
of
many
generations
,
when
we
brought
into
India
the
shorthorn
cattle
and
the
planting
of
barley
.
But
this
woman
was
long
before
we
reached
India
.
We
were
still
in
the
mid-most
of
that
centuries-long
drift
,
and
no
shrewdness
of
geography
can
now
place
for
me
that
ancient
valley
.
The
woman
was
Nuhila
.
The
valley
was
narrow
,
not
long
,
and
the
swift
slope
of
its
floor
and
the
steep
walls
of
its
rim
were
terraced
for
the
growing
of
rice
and
of
millet
--
the
first
rice
and
millet
we
Sons
of
the
Mountain
had
known
.
They
were
a
meek
people
in
that
valley
.
They
had
become
soft
with
the
farming
of
fat
land
made
fatter
by
water
.
Theirs
was
the
first
irrigation
we
had
seen
,
although
we
had
little
time
to
mark
their
ditches
and
channels
by
which
all
the
hill
waters
flowed
to
the
fields
they
had
builded
.
