Once A King
Part 4: Ionica
(Many thanks to my editor, kenjisato)
Jadzia and Kasia, the coicie that received Ionica into the coicie, skryba; have I not described these formidable women to you? When men of the clan (and ONLY men of the clans, as far as I know) visit the coicie, they do not speak of it. In fact, as far as the men of their squad know, they have gone off to hunt on their own, to rest, or to be quietly sick.
The people of the clan are private and proud. Some of our neighbors find us painfully shy, at least in contrast to our fearsome reputation. If a man or woman is sick, they will disappear into the stypia to heal. If they are not healed, they do not return. It is sad, they are missed, but it is the way and expected.
So, it is with the visits, they are private things. Nik is the only one of our squad who is off by himself when he is not sick, and I knew as the clan died, that he did not 'visit' the coicie; at least not in the way other men did. He was our squad's link to the coicie. Through him, a coicie that wished a man to visit would tell Nik. It could be a specific man or just..."send one of the hunters to me."
This visit was controlled by the women, and the women that Nik mostly dealt with were Jadzia and Kasia. The others of the coicie would confide in those two, whatever their needs were--men, food, clothing, healing?
Jadzia and Kasia were partners in helping the other coicie. As with the men, there were no leaders, not in the sense of one person or group rules over all the coicie. As with the men, women led as their skills, and their talents suggested. Therefore, there were the garden experts; the ones who excelled in snaring small animals for food; and those who cared for the small number of livestock the coicie raised, a few sheep for wool, some goats for milk and meat, chickens for eggs and rarely meat.
Jadzia and Kasia found over time, as Ionica accommodated herself to her life as one of the coicie, that Ionica had her talent in the raising and processing of flax for linen, not for spinning and weaving, but for the tedious process of growing, rotting and mashing the flax into something the spinners and weavers could use. This had made Ionica into the hardy woman I had stolen from her family.
The language of the settled people was close enough to the way the Eagle Clan spoke, that it was not difficult to communicate. Yet, Jadzia and Kasia were disturbed by how little Ionica appreciated how her circumstance differed from her idea of the myth of sorm uprowadzenie.
Ionica was distraught that she had not YET been treated in the shameful manner she expected. It upset Jadzia and Kasia that Ionica wanted this shameful treatment...that she felt she was being disrespected as a woman!
Skryba has muttered under his breath in his mute tongue, that I have not described the women as promised. I know your bastard tongue, skryba...do not mutter to me! But when a man is right, he is right...even a skryba...I accept your correction because I am a big man...not in stature perhaps, but in nobility...why do you cough, skryba, are you ill?
Jadzia is the oldest of the women who brought Ionica into the coicie. Even though a man (in this case, me) steals the woman from her family, she is not part of the Eagle clan until she is brought into the coicie, usually by two sponsors. What secrets are part of this, no man can know.
Jadzia also brought her partner Kasia into the coicie several seasons ago. At that time, Jadzia was partnered with Kaja until Kaja died in childbirth. Soon after, Jadzia chose Kasia as her new partner, in introducing new women into the coicie.
Jadzia is one of the shortest women in the coicie and perhaps the oldest. Men are poor judges of the ages of the coicie. Her hair is thick black with silver streaks with heavy bushy eyebrows. She has a mustache on her upper lip, that the younger men find attractive and envy. Like all the women, she wears an oversized, homespun shift which disguises her form. Since the shift barely reaches her knees and leaves her arms bare, it is easy to see she has strong brown limbs.
Like many of the coicie, she is a fine runner. Her skills are mainly social and maternal. The new women (I do not know if the coicie has a special name for their new women) are made aware of the traditions of the coicie and the clan at large. From personal experience, I can tell you that many do not take these traditions very seriously, but enough is retained that the coicie survive as a cohesive unit...at least as cohesive as anything can be in our uncertain and fragile survival situation.
Kasia is young enough to be Jadzia's daughter. Unlike the thick-limbed Jadzia, Kasia is thin and pale. Her shift reveals sinewy and sunburnt limbs. Her hair is thin and fair, with eyebrows that are almost invisible. However, the eyes betray an inner strength in their storm-gray color.
Despite her youth, Kasia is acknowledged as one of the wise women. There is a deep connection in her with the gods, the weather, and important animals. She is not a healer; we have no healer now. As I have said before, there are no successors to roles in the clan; one who has the attributes becomes what is needed. At the moment, there is no one fit to be a healer.
Jadzia and Kasia communicated to me through Nik, that Ionica desired my presence at the coicie camp. Nik conveyed the exasperation of the two coicie--Ionica was not fitting in well with the coicie. She excelled at her flax growing and processing, but she could not be made to understand her true situation in the coicie and the clan.
Ionica believed in the myths of the clan that she had grown up with, more than the reality she experienced. She insisted on seeing the man who had abducted her. I later found she used her tribe's word for an immature male. That was meant as an insult because by her fantasy standards, I had not fulfilled my role in her teatr. In passing, I must note that the clan has no word for the stage in life Ionica refers to--in our people's minds, all are children, both females and males, until they are mature and then all are men or women. We have no words for immature males and immature females...our lives are too short.