Ivory and Bone by Julie Eshbaugh

soon.”
    With the music of these words pushing back the din of pain, I fall into a deep sleep.
    When I wake, my back feels tight—scabs have formed beneath the protective layer of leaves. I open my eyes to see you—just you—sittingon the bed across from me.
    “Look who’s awake.”
    “Have I been sleeping long?”
    “Not really. Maybe half the night has passed. The healers wanted to be called when you woke.”
    You stretch before you stand—your muscles are stiff. How long have you been sitting here? Have you been on watch the whole time I’ve slept? As you brush back the door, you call to me over your shoulder. “I’ll be right back.I’m just going to let Chev know to bring Ela and Yano—”
    “Wait. Before you go, I want to ask you . . . Is Ela Chev’s wife?”
    You stop and turn to face me. In the weak light thrown off by the sputtering flame of an oil lamp in the center of the floor, I think I see you smile. No—not smile . . . smirk.
    “You’re correct in guessing that one of the healers is Chev’s mate, but Ela is not my brother’swife. Yano is Chev’s spouse. He is the one my brother loves.”
    You pause a moment in the doorway, watching my face, smiling as bewilderment is replaced by clarity.
    It makes sense now. Of course, I know that love is sometimes like that—some men love men, some women love women. But I hadn’t put it together. Now I understand why I always perceived that Chev was a man with a mate, yet no one hadmentioned his wife.
    “I’ll be right back,” you say again. “I’ll bring your brother, too.”
    And then you push back the door, and I feel a door in mychest pushed back at the same time. You step out, leaving darkness and quiet and emptiness behind you.
    A void opens up in this room—opens up in my chest—from the lack of you.
    A short time later, Ela and Yano stand over me. The large leaves that hadbeen draped across my skin are removed, but I feel nothing more than a slight pull when one occasionally tugs at a scab.
    “Very nice,” says Yano, admiring his own work with a smile and a nod. “You should sit up and drink now. And take some honey. Honey will give you strength.”
    Chev hands me a heavy skin full of water. “Mya, run to the kitchen for honey,” he says.
    As much as I enjoy the thoughtof you being sent to the kitchen to bring back the honey that you claimed was so plentiful here in the south—the honey that is apparently so superior to mine—I stop you before you can rise to your feet.
    “I have some,” I say. Pek rummages around in my pack until the pouch—the very same pouch I’d tried to give you—is found.
    My own honey never tasted as good as it does at this moment. I gulp downa greedy portion of the water Chev offers and stretch out again. I’m just wondering where youand Seeri are staying while my brother and I occupy your hut when I drift off to sleep.
    The following day I sleep until the sun is glowing gold against the wall that faces west, waking well after the midday meal.
    Pek and Chev bring me a mat full of elk and caribou meat and sit with me to keep me occupied.“If you would like, your brother can sleep in here.”
    If I would like? “Where have you been sleeping, Pek?”
    Chev answers before Pek has the chance. “We made room for him in the storage hut. We moved some firewood. But he can join you in here, if you wish.”
    The storage hut. I had wondered how well Pek had been received. If he’s sleeping next to the supplies, I think I can guess the answer.
    The healers stop in briefly to check my progress. They both seem pleased, but neither will relent when I request that I be allowed out of bed. “Not until the evening meal,” Yano says. He tries to remain stern, but at the door he looks back and gives me a brief, sympathetic smile. “It won’t be long,” he adds, before ducking out behind his sister.
    I learn that boats left at first light, headingfor my camp. They are to bring back my parents and my brothers, “to