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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Seed Grain" -- Uther (Mf nosex viol)
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Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2011 08:10:02 -0500
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Seed Grain
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

Mf nosex viol

In the period of deep snow, the entire camp had gone hungry. Neither hunting
nor gathering had been possible. When the snow melted, the hunters, Thorn
among them, had gone out with the cries of hungry babies echoing in their
ears.

Thorn had trailed the deer herd for three days, grabbing seeds and berries
to eat as he went. The herd led him into a valley entirely strange to him.
He needed to make his kill soon, for he was burning with fever. In the
morning, he took a distant shot, and the arrow hit the doe in her belly, but
not deep enough. The herd scattered, and he pursued the doe. It was
afternoon before he found her, panting and unable to rise.

He slit her throat with his knife. Then he gutted her, ate her liver, and
staggered off carrying her in the direction he thought would lead him home.
Sick and burdened, he made poor time. Towards evening, well before he
expected to get home, he found people. They were strangers, though. They
were unlike his people or anyone else he had ever met.

They took the doe from his back and led him to their camp. By this time, the
fever had him. He wasn't sure how much he saw was real. Certainly, the walk
through spear-grass could not have lasted at all as long as it seemed to. He
had never seen more than a few tufts together. Here, they were standing
together, and they went on and on. There didn't seem to be any plants but
those. An old man led him into a hut, and he collapsed on the bed of grass
stems.

For a time he couldn't measure, he lay there. The old man gave him something
bitter to drink, and he dropped back to sleep. A young woman gave him some
soup, and he dropped back to sleep. This went on and on. They talked to him,
but their words were strange.

When the fever left him, but left him weak, he started to understand them.
It wasn't the language of his people, but it was only a little strange. They
pronounced the words differently, but only a few were new. They called the
spear-grass, *grain.* The young woman, Blossom, boiled the tips to make
*gruel* which was their main food. It didn't taste as good as meat, but he
grew healthier eating it.

When he was well enough, the old man, Guardian, took him to a sweat lodge.
They went naked -- and, since the day was cold, quickly. But he did see that
the whole area around the camp was covered with the spear-grass or *grain*.
There were urns of water in the sweat lodge. Some water they threw on the
hot rocks; some water Thorn threw on himself. When they returned, Thorn was
shivering violently. He ran past Guardian to the hut. There, it was hot.
Blossom was burning his old bed and had cleaned up his clothes.

Later, Guardian led him to the closest of the *grain* plants. All the
*grain* from those plants had been gathered, or -- as Guardian said,
*harvested*. They cut enough of those stems for another bed. Blossom and
Guardian had each had a bed until he came along, but they only had two furs
for covering. Now, they shared one while he had the other. Now, he took
their old bed, and Guardian and Blossom shared the fresh one.

He was well enough to help, now. The people in the camp, or -- as they
called it -- *village* depended on the *grain*. They didn't move camp, but
stayed by the plants all year. They did little hunting and gathered almost
nothing but the *grain*. Their problem was that birds and animals gathered
the *grain* as well. So they had stations among the grain fields where a man
or, more usually, boy waited with rocks. When a flock of birds or a deer
came, he would shout, wave his hands, and throw the rocks. Usually, it
frightened the animals away. That was something Thorn could do. After the
first time, he took his bow and two arrows with him. When he was stationed
near where the *grain* gave way to the forest, he waited while a herd of
deer started to eat. Instead of shouting at them, he took aim at a fawn. His
arrow hit, and they all ran away.

"Meat! Meat!" he shouted. When some men came running through the *grain*
plants to see him, he figured that they would frighten any bird more than a
solitary person could. He took off after the fawn. When he found it dying,
he slit its throat and brought it back to where the others were waiting.

"Here is one who won't eat any more *grain* plants," he said. "Help me."
When he had taken out the entrails, he told some boys to spread them through
the forest along the edge of where the *grain* was growing. "It will attract
animals, but they don't eat grass. They, and this, will keep deer away."

He took the fawn to Blossom, and told her to divide the meat according to
her people's rules. He would be certain to get it wrong. "The skin, though,
is for you if your people's rules allow that." Then he went back to take up
his station. He needn't fear deer, but crows would continue to be a problem.

The people in the *village* started treating him with more respect. He might
be doing a boy's job in scaring birds, but the village didn't eat much meat,
and these people regarded hunting as a daunting task for several men working
together. That he had slain a fawn by himself without leaving the area
impressed them greatly. Thorn wondered how they thought he had come by the
doe he had brought with him. A sick man, however, had been carrying the doe;
there was no reason for them to be impressed by a sick man. He considered
suggesting to Guardian that he go on another hunt. Others could chase birds.

Guardian, however, had another task for him. He led him to a special hut
close to the one Guardian and Blossom lived in. This one was smaller, built
on a raised platform, and without a door. "The hunger time is coming,"
Guardian said. Thorn was puzzled. Snow was off the ground. There were few
nuts or berries left, but there were many animals. Since these men hunted
little, they had game close to where they lived.

"Inside this special hut is *seed grain*," Guardian continued. "It is
sacred, and it is important that nobody eat it before *planting time*. I am
the guardian of the *seed grain*, and I want your help to make certain that
no one takes it." Thorn didn't understand *planting time* or *seed grain*,
but he certainly understood the idea of being sacred. He owed Guardian his
life, and he was attracted to his daughter. He promised his help.

"Good," Guardian said. "I'm getting old and sometimes I don't hear those
sneaking around. They are afraid of you, saying that you can slay at a
distance. Don't fear them. Anybody trying to tear a hole in the walls of
this hut is an enemy of the village. Do anything to him that you want."

Thorn took to listening from his bed. When he heard a noise outside, he left
silently with his bow and several arrows. The first three times, it had
nothing to do with the sacred hut. The fourth time, a man was trying to cut
through the wall. He shot an arrow into his leg when he ran away. The man
fell down screaming. Several others came up and began berating the man.
Nobody bothered Thorn when he went forward to pull his arrow from the man's
leg. Guardian had been right; they didn't blame him, but the thief.

For another month, Thorn lived with Guardian and Blossom. He caught one more
thief, and Guardian praised him. He asked him for Blossom.

"You have no other women?" Thorn did not.

"You won't take her from here to your own people?" Thorn would stay.

"You should have asked Blossom first, but she has already spoken to me. At
the feast at the end of planting time, the two of you may *marry*." That was
another new word to Thorn, but clearly Blossom would be his.

The village got to work, doing things Thorn had never seen. First, the women
went through the field of *grain* pulling off all the seeds which were left.
The men -- including Thorn -- walked behind them pulling up the stalks. The
stalks fed a fire in the middle of the village, although everyone raided the
pile of stalks for new beds. Then the men took sticks and pushed them into
the ground to make small holes. Thorn tried to help, but he was clumsy at
the task and it raised blisters at first.

"Careful," one of the men working beside him said. "If you can't use a
digging stick well, Blossom won't want you." Thorn was tempted to reply that
he was good with a bow, but the laughter at this comment warned him. It was
a sex joke. Still, when the task was almost done, he thought that his better
skills might be displayed. He and Blossom were to be joined at the
*planting-time* feast which would be soon. He wanted to contribute some meat
to that feast. He asked Blossom whether he should go hunt, and she asked
Guardian. They both approved. He took his bow and his quiver full of arrows
with him into the forest.

He had seen deer foraging in the *grain* not long before, but it took him a
long journey to find a herd now. He tracked it into a new day before he had
a clear shot. He wanted a buck this time, and he got a buck. It ran away,
then dragged itself away. It was struggling to reach a stream when he found
it. He slit the throat, then gutted it and left the entrails there. It took
him more than a day to carry the buck back to the *village*. He was already
picturing Blossom and her pleasure at seeing the buck when he got to the
edge of the forest. What he saw shocked him.

The side had been torn from the sacred hut. People were carrying away the
sacred *seed grain*. They were throwing it on the ground! He faded back into
the forest long enough to ease the buck onto the ground and take a position
which sheltered him but gave him clear shots into the field. Then, drawing
the bow and aiming carefully, he shot one after another of those carrying
the *seed grain* to waste it on the ground.

Because he had promised Guardian, and because it was *seed grain* and it was
sacred.

The end
Seed Grain
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/02/24


For another story set in a different culture, although not this different:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/story/youth.htm
"Youth House"

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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