Tim Severin - Sworn Brother

We skiied back to the dead bear, taking a light sledge with us, and hauled its carcass to the encampment. Under Rassa's watchful gaze the hunters removed the large pelt - the bear was a full-grown male - and then with their curved knives separated the flesh from the bones, taking exquisite care. Not a bone was broken or even nicked with a knife blade, and each part of the skeleton was carefully put on one side. 'Later,' said Rassa, 'we will bury the skeleton intact, every bone of it, so that when the Old One comes again to life he will be as well and strong as he was this year.'

'Like Thor's goats,' I said.

Rassa looked at me questioningly. 'Thor is a God of my people,' I said. 'Each evening he feasts on the two goats which draw his chariot through the sky - the thunder is the sound of his passing - and after the meal he sets aside their bones and skins. In the morning, when he awakes, the goats are whole again. Unfortunately one of Thor's dinner guests broke open a hind leg to get at the marrowbone, and ever since that goat has walked with a limp.'

The siida made a great fuss of me for the three days of feasting it took to consume every last morsel of the animal I had killed. 'Scut of boaz, paw of bear,' was Rassa's recommendation as he helped me to the delicacy, explaining that to set aside or keep any portion of the dead animal would be an insult to the generosity of its death. 'The Old One made sure that the blizzard did not destroy us, and that the spring will come and the snow will melt. Already he is roaming the hills ahead of us, calling upon the grass and the tree shoots to appear and for the birds that left to return.'

My only regret was that Allba still kept her distance from me. 'If she comes to your bed within three days of the hunt,' her father enlightened me, 'she will turn barren. Such is the power of our father-ancestor whose presence came so close to you. Even as you set off to hunt the Old One, his power was already reaching out towards you.' This seemed to explain why Allba had been behaving so strangely, and only when Rassa wore on his face the muzzle we had flayed from the Old One and every hunter -myself included — had danced around the central rock in imitation of Old Honey Paws on the final night of feasting, did she once again snuggle against my shoulder.

She also made me a fine cloak from the pelt, long enough for my height. 'You are wearing the presence of the Old One, a sign that he himself gave you,' Rassa said. 'Even a Sabme from another band would know that and treat you with respect.' He was anxious to press ahead with my instruction, and as the days grew longer he took me on trips into the forest to show me strange-shaped rocks, trees split by lightning or bent by the wind into human shapes, and ancient wooden statues hidden deep in the forest. They were all places where the spirits resided, he explained, and on one special occasion he brought me to a long, low rock face shielded from the snow by an overhanging cliff. The grey rock was painted with many pictures and I recognised the images that appeared on the siida's magic drums, as well as some I had not seen before — outlines of whales, boats and sledges. Others were too old and faded to decipher.

'Who painted these?' I asked Rassa.

'I do not know,' he said. 'They have always been here for as long as our siida has existed. I believe they were left for our instruction, to remind us who has gone before and to guide us when we are in need of help.'

'And where are they now, the painters?' I asked.

'In the saivo, of course,' he replied. 'And they are happy. In the winter nights when the curtains of light hang and twist and mingle in the sky, the spirits of the dead are dancing with joy.'

With each day came more signs of spring. Our footprints in the snow, once clear and distinct, now had softer edges, and I heard the sound of running water from small rivulets hidden beneath the icy crust and the patter of drips falling from the forest branches. A few early flowers emerged through the snow and flocks of birds began to pass overhead in increasing numbers. Their calls heralded their arrival, then faded into the distance as they flew onward to their nesting grounds. Rassa took the chance to teach me how to interpret the meanings hidden in their numbers, the directions which they appeared from or vanished to, even the messages in the manner of their calls. 'Birds in flight or smoke rising from the fire. It is the same,' he said. 'For those who can read them, they are signs and portents.' Then he added 'though in your case it requires no such skill.' He had noted how my gaze lingered towards the south even after the birds had gone. 'Soon the siida will be heading north for our spring hunting grounds and you will be going in the opposite direction and leaving us,' he said. I was about to deny it, when his crooked smile stopped me. 'I have known this since the very first day you arrived among us, and so has every member of our siida, including my wife and Allba. You are a wanderer just as we are, but we retrace the paths laid down by our ancestors, while you are restless in a deeper way. You told me that the spirit God you serve was a seeker after knowledge. I have seen how he sent you among us, just as I know that he now wishes you to continue onward. It is my duty to assist and there is little time left. You must leave before the melting snow makes it impossible to travel easily on skis. Soon the staallu men will be arriving to trade for furs. For fear of them, we will retreat deeper into our forests. But before that happens, three of our best hunters will take our winter furs to the special place for the trading. You must go with them.'

As usual, the Sabme, once they came to a decision, carried it out quickly. The next morning there was every sign that they were breaking camp. Deerskin coverings were being stripped from the tent poles and the three designated hunters were stacking two sledges with tight-packed bundles of furs. Everything was done with such bewildering speed that I had no time to think what I should say to Allba, how best to say goodbye. I need not have worried. She left her mother to attend to the dismantling of our tent and led me a little way from the camp. Stepping behind the shelter of a spruce tree, she took my hand, and pressed something small and hard into my palm. I knew that she was returning to me the fire ruby. It was still warm from where it had lain against her flesh.

'You must keep it,' I objected. 'It is yours, a token of my love for you.'

'You don't understand,' she said. 'For me it is much more important that the spirit that flickers within the stone continues to guard and guide you. Then I know you will be safe wherever you are. Besides, you have left with me something just as precious. It stirs inside me.'

I took her meaning. 'How can you be sure?'

'Now is the season that all creatures can feel the stirrings of their young. The Sabme are no different. Madder Acce, who lives beneath the hearth, has placed within me a daughter. I knew she would, from that day that we both visited the saivo.'

'How can you be sure that our child will be a girl?'

'Do you remember the bear you met on your saivo journey?' she answered. 'I was there with you as my companion bird, though you did not see me.'

'I felt your wings brush my cheek.'

'And the bear? Don't you remember the bear you met at that time?'

'Of course, I do. It smiled at me.'

'If it had growled, that would have meant my child would be a boy. But when the bear smiles then a girl child is promised. All Sabme know that.'

'Don't you want me to stay, to help you with our child?'

'Everyone in the siida will know that she is the child of a foreign noiade and the grandchild of a great noiade. So everyone will help me because they will expect the girl will become a great noiade too, and help our siida to survive. If you stayed among us for my sake, it would make me sad. I told you when you first arrived among us that the Sabme believe it is far, far better to travel onward than to remain in one place. By staying you imprison your spirit, just as the fire is held within that magic stone you lent me. Please listen to me, travel onward and know that you have left me happy.'