The Matriarch Matrix by Maxime Trencavel

Author:Maxime Trencavel [Trencavel, Maxime]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces… never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again. That’s the beauty of being alive… We can always start all over again. Enjoy God’s amazing opportunities bestowed on us. Have faith in Him always…

—Saint Bernadette Soubirous

9580 BCE

Northside of juncture of Tigris and Batman Rivers

Twenty-five cycles ago we landed on the “other side” of the big lake. As my father said to me, his oldest daughter, Ki, we should find lands of great beauty between two great rivers rich in animals, grass, and water past the mountain of obsidian. And now we live there as the traditions said we should.

My mother, Nanshe, has fifty-four sun cycles and continues as our group’s spiritual leader. My brother An has thirty-seven cycles; he has two sons and a daughter with his wife, Sorba. I was so fortunate to have finally found a husband worthy of my hunting skills, Mawra, who has thirty-eight cycles, one less than I. We have a son, Parcza, named in honor of my late great-grandfather, nineteen cycles of age, and my daughter-in-law, Serima, with a beautiful little granddaughter, Perima, of two cycles. We also have a daughter, Ramana, seventeen cycles of age, who is pregnant with her first child.

My mother says to me every day, “Ki, you are so fortunate to have such lovely children and such a lovely granddaughter. Pray to God with your thanks.”

Our community now has ten families in addition to ours. We have the good fortune that God has led Nanshe to this place, where we have such an abundance of food, game, nuts, fruits, grains, and water. We have more food than our community can ever eat. For the first time in our existence, we have buildings solely dedicated to storing our excess food. The word has spread of our abundance and wealth, so that each week, new people come from afar to trade with us for food. I have said to my uncle Narn and my brother An that we must remain vigilant at each of these visits, for a robber group may come and raid our peaceful village.

My two sisters, Zirbani and Sarpani, twins with twenty-four cycles, were born less than a year after we landed on the other side of the lake, now this side of the lake. I joke with them that they were conceived the night before our great fight with the giant Reindeer warriors, and so they must have the blood of the warrior in their veins. They do not find my joke as amusing as do I.

I tell their sons and daughter, my children, An’s children, the oral traditions and drill them every day in repeating them, just as my father did with me. I also tell them the story of how we came here. I remember as if it were yesterday.

The rain fell harder and harder as I held my father after he tried to delay the giant Tureal from taking me as his son Doroda’s first sex slave, or wife in their vernacular.

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