Authors: D Jordan Redhawk
Tiopa Ki Lakota (26 page)
The small crowd parted and the warrior could see the yellow of her woman’s hair. “Ketlin?” she asked, her voice tentative as the flushed face and tired eyes met hers.
“
Winuhcala
,” Kathleen responded. “Come see your son.” She watched her warrior and partner kneel down beside her, dark blue eyes searching the handsome face for any sign.
Now we’ll see, lass. Will she accept a child that isn’t hers?
She chewed her lower lip in anxiety, despite Gi’s promising response.
As Anpo settled down beside her woman, she could see the reason for her family’s strange behavior. Something wrapped in a skin squirmed on Kathleen’s chest; small suckling noises and a tuft of black hair were all that could be heard or seen. She reached out but pulled her hand back at a sudden movement, startled.
Despite her worries and exhaustion, the blonde woman chuckled. She took her warrior’s hand. “It is fine,
winuhcala
.” Bringing their hands to the wriggling bundle, she brushed aside the skin, revealing the newborn. “You can touch him, Anpo.”
He is so.... His skin is so wrinkled!
And then the warrior’s fingers brushed against the baby’s back.
And soft!
she thought, her face showing wonder. Growing a bit bolder, she placed her hand on his head, nearly covering it completely, the hair tickling her palm. As Gi and Hca hustled the remaining women out of the lodge, a smile grew on Anpo’s face.
Kathleen felt her worries trickle away at her warrior’s response. When the dark eyes met hers, she could see tears within them and felt her own eyes filling.
“Oh, Ketlin! He is beautiful!” Anpo finally breathed. She stroked the blonde’s cheek. “As are you,
mahasanni ki
.”
The tears spilled over and Kathleen sobbed in relief even as she laughed. “I am so happy you think so,
winuhcala
,” she offered by way of explanation.
“But, how could I not, Ketlin?” Anpo wondered. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And this child is from
you
.”
Kathleen cried a little harder at the sentiment, a mixture of love and relief and astonishment filling her. She felt the dark woman settle down beside her and gather them into her arms, gently helping to adjust the babe still feeding at her breast. The sleeping robes were brought up to cover the three of them and a song was crooned to her as she cried herself out.
When her woman’s tears had subsided, Anpo leaned back to look at her. “Are you all right,
winuhcala
?” Her long fingers brushed the tears from her face.
“I am more than all right, Anpo,” Kathleen responded with a smile. “I am very,
very
happy now.” And then on a whim, she did something she hadn’t done before.
Dark eyes widened as soft lips met hers. They were there for just a moment and then gone. Anpo felt a fluttering in her chest and she peered down at the blonde in her arms.
She kissed me!
Having seen the startled look in her warrior’s eyes, Kathleen had broken the kiss but couldn’t resist a shy smile.
It was answered by a silly grin on Anpo’s face.
Ketlin kissed me!
With no thought, she hugged her woman tightly until a squirming newborn showed his displeasure by grumbling.
The dark woman backed off so quickly, that Kathleen had to laugh. She readjusted their son to the other breast and covered him again. “What will we call him,
winuhcala
?” The blonde took her warrior’s hand and pulled her close again.
Anpo resettled herself, keeping the new arrival in mind. “I have thought long and hard on this, Ketlin,” she said, watching their son with fond eyes. “Inyan told me he would be stubborn. And it was
tatanka
that brought you and he to me.” She used a finger to brush the dark tuft of hair. “I would like to call him Tatanka Teca.”
Feeling warm and relaxed, Kathleen’s eyes drifted closed. “Tatanka Teca it is then,
winuhcala
.”
As the blonde fell asleep, their son drowsing as he fed, Anpo held them both close and sang a song of joy to them. Soon her voice faded and the small family slumbered together.
The infant picked up a small stone and stuffed it into his mouth.
“Teca!” Kathleen scooped him up, fingers delving into the small orifice to fish out the offending rock. She tossed it away, settling her son in her lap.
The boy immediately began fussing, wriggling in an attempt to get away from his mother and explore further.
“Give him to me,
winuhcala
,” Anpo offered with a smile. She set her empty bowl aside and held out her hands. “I am full. You eat now.”
Relieved, the blonde woman handed over their bundle of joy and picked up her half eaten food. She watched with wonder as Teca stopped his cranky behavior, giggling at the faces her warrior made for him.
I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been, finding her. Would Adam have made as good a father?
The warrior played with their son as her woman finished eating. He was settled on one bare leg which was moving lightly and causing him to bounce. The baby was still a bit unstable as he sat and Anpo held onto his small hands to keep him upright. “You will be a great pony rider,
cinksi
,” she informed him.
Teca gurgled his agreement, two bottom teeth shining brightly in the late afternoon sun.
“He will take after his
inanup
,” Kathleen said with some authority. “He will be a strong warrior and hunter.” Leaning close, she caught the baby’s eye. “Am I right, Teca?”
Dark brown eyes focused on the blonde and the child’s smile widened. He answered with a string of syllables that made no sense, though he was quite adamant in his view.
Laughing, Anpo picked him up and held him high overhead as he squealed with pleasure. “And he will speak many words like his
ina
. Both Lakota
and
English.”
There was a sparkle in the blue eyes that looked at the warrior. “Are you saying I talk too much,
winuhcala
?”
The dark woman brought the baby back down and tucked him into the crook of her arm. “
Hiya
, Ketlin!” was the mock sincere response. “I would
never
say that!” Anpo looked down at the child and, in a loud whisper, said, “Remember, Teca. They are
winyan
and do not make sense.”
A yellow eyebrow raised. “I believe that
you
are
winyan
, too,” she suggested.
Anpo’s smile widened and she scooted about to lie down, her head in her woman’s lap and the baby straddling her belly. “But I am a warrior and I make
very
good sense.” At Kathleen’s look of askance, the dark woman insisted, “It is true! My
ate
told me so!”
Kathleen shook her head, knowing that there was no winning this ‘argument’. With a smile, she bent closer and brushed her lips across her warrior’s forehead. Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
The baby rocked, keeping the dark woman’s interest. His movement was a little spasmodic, however, as he was fighting sleep. Anpo began humming softly and pulled the boy forward until he was lying down, his stomach against hers. The song rattled deep in her chest and Teca’s ear, pressed against her sternum, picked it up. He began to relax against her.
“What is Nupa doing?”
With idle strokes along the baby’s back, the warrior turned her head to see what was going on.
was pacing in front of Waniyetu Gi’s
ti
. Despite the heat of summer, he was fully dressed in decorated moccasins, leggings and shirt, a large buffalo robe wrapped about his shoulders. A quilled breastplate hung down his front, various designs painted along the leather edges in blues and reds. His hair had been neatly combed and braided, three small quills dangling and two larger ones with red tips standing upright. The garish colors on his face seemed to glow in the evening sun, reds and yellows and greens appearing to leap away.
A slow smile crept across Anpo’s face.
At last!
“He is going to woo my sister.”
“What?” Kathleen looked down in puzzlement. “What was that word again?”
“To woo. He is going to see if she will join with him in the future.”
The blonde repeated the word. Peering back at Gi’s lodge, she could see movement at the tiopa. Nupa continued to pace back and forth.
He’s courtin’ her! How wonderful!
Wanbli Zi had been sitting in front of his fire when the
koskalaka
had approached. He watched with half an eye as the young warrior paced back and forth, moving closer and closer to the entrance of the
ti ikceya
. The word spread with some speed and soon, others were in front of their lodges, offering their silent support.
Kathleen watched with interest as her friend and
stepan
, Hca, stepped from the lodge.
The
wikoskalaka
had a shy smile and she stood demurely just out of reach. Nupa’s pacing continued, inching closer with each pass. And then he pounced. A small scuffle ensued, though it didn’t appear that Hca was making any real attempt at freeing herself. And then it stopped and the warrior wrapped the large robe around the two of them and began speaking softly to her.
“Do not look at them now, Ketlin,” Anpo said, glancing away, herself.
Having gotten quite good at watching without watching, the blonde looked off to one side, seeing the couple out of the corner of her eye. “Do you know what he is telling her?” she asked.
“An old story. I do not know what it is. I think all
wicasa
decide which story to tell their
winyan
when the time comes.” Anpo peered down the length of her body and smiled. The baby was sleeping peacefully on her belly, a thumb planted firmly in his mouth.
Kathleen leaned back a little, using her left hand to support herself. The other idly brushed hair from her
winuhca’s
forehead. “What happens now? Do they join like we did?”
“
Hiya
. First he will visit a few more times, woo my
cuwekala
in a manner fitting to a Lakota maiden. Then a price will be settled between Wanbli and Nupa’s family. When that is paid, a feast will be had and then they will join as we did.”
After considering this, the pale woman peered down at Anpo. “But you did not do this with me because I had been given to you, a slave?”
“
Ohan
,
winuhcala
. You were not a Lakota maiden. There were no family members to negotiate a price or have a feast.” She looked up and lost herself in dark blue pools. “I would have wooed you, Ketlin, had I been able. I would have let you see how much I love you.”
“I love you, too, Anpo,” was the soft reply. “Very, very much.”
And then they engaged in the same thing that a newly betrothed couple nearby were involved in. Lips met in a long kiss, tongues exploring familiar ground gently.
When the couple broke off, it was with two breathless sighs. Kathleen kept her eyes closed and leaned her forehead against her warrior’s. “I
do
so enjoy kissing you,
winuhcala
.”
Now if I could just figure out what to do next....
A flash of sensation, Anpo’s lips teasing her throat and shoulders, caused the blonde to shiver.
An impish grin crossed Anpo’s face. “Not as much as I enjoy kissing you,
winuhcala
.” Her heart fluttered at the thought of tasting her woman’s skin.
I do not know how to proceed.
“I will ask Inyan for his counsel in this matter.”
Teca chose this moment to shift his position, putting him precariously close to sliding off his
inanup’s
stomach.
The warrior caught the baby and eased him back into place.
“Let me take him,” Kathleen said, seeing the problem. “I will put him in his sleeping robes. He should sleep for the night.”
Anpo leaned her head forward to allow the blonde to rise. When Teca was removed, she felt a chill where he’d been lying. Now that she was unburdened, she sat up and stretched, reaching for her pipe and tobacco.
The pale woman, having put their
cinksi
to bed, returned with a smile and scooped up their dirty bowls. “I will wash these now.”
Watching Kathleen walk away, the warrior considered the draw she felt from the swaying of her woman’s hips.
Ohan. I will talk to Inyan about this.
She pulled a glowing ember from the fire and lit her pipe, studiously ignoring her friend and sister seated at her father’s fire.
“That is an interesting question,
wikoskalaka
.” Inyan Ceye’s face was serious and his dark eyes scanned the horizon. He and Anpo were on their ponies, riding with the rest of their people towards the summer camp.
The warrior nodded in return. “I feel that there is more,
wicahcala
. I do not know how to explain it.”
“It is true that there is more with a
wicasa
and
winyan
, Anpo. You know this as well as I.” The shaman looked closely at her. “Have you been with any of the
koskalaka
?”
Anpo shrugged. “
Hiya