Page 36 of Caveman Alien's Bride

“And you right. He step down.”

“Not then. He stayed on as chief for another year. He would often come to me to ask advice about something, but I would be reluctant to give it. Even when his decision was the wrong one. Finally he said he was too old to continue. He stepped down, and I became chief.”

It sounds like what I would expect tribal politics to be. “And still you friend is Breti’ax.”

“He’s a great man,” Korr'ax rumbles. “Other men might be angry and feel dishonored. Breti’ax simply cracked a joke, then lived on in the tribe as the most respected Elder, the third of rank in the tribe, after the chief and the shaman. I ask his advice often, and I make sure everyone knows it. We are both much happier now. And the tribe is better.”

“He not angry?” I ask, getting sleepy.

“He’s too wise to be angry about it. My wife, he was not a bad chief! He was just not as good as I knewIwould be. A tribe like the Borok tribe must have the best chief it can get.”

“I sure you best chief,” I yawn. “And very sure you best…” I take hold of his half-hard cock.

He chuckles. “The old shaman Host’iz taught us well, many years ago. I’m happy you were satisfied.” The cock twitches in my hand.

“Show me old shaman Host’iz,” I tell him, half asleep. “I will give to him many gift and thank.”

10

- Korr'ax -

In the morning I let Bryar sleep. I think she needs it.

Looking out at the jungle from the top of the Mount, I draw in the cool morning air while the sun rises.

How strange! I should feel sad and lost, now that the tribe has lost its shaman. But after last night, I feel stronger and more powerful than ever. I Mated with Bryar, and it was the most incredible experience of my life.

I want to yell it from the Mount, so the whole jungle may hear. But that would not be dignified.

When I get down to the ground, the men are waiting for their orders of the day.

“Hunt what you can,” I tell them in the usual way. “Hunt for food only, not for honor. If you see Tretter men in the jungle, treat them as tribesmen. They are your brothers now.”

“Yes, Chief,” their leader says.

“Now, conquer the jungle for the Borok tribe!”

“Yes, Chief!” the whole hunting party replies as one. Then the gate opens and they walk quietly out, single file.

I give more orders, then sit down at the common table to eat something.

Breti'ax joins me there. “The pyre burned well, Chief. There's barely anything left except fine ash.”

“Our shaman has been well received by his Ancestors, then,” I reply, “as we knew he would. How has my wife been received by our tribe?”

Breti'ax takes a sip of frit. “The men are not sure what they think. On one hand they understand that you're the most powerful man on Xren, and so it's natural that you have a woman. They wouldn't have it any other way. But they wonder when they will also have women of their own.”

“Or is it only tribesman Dren'in who wonders about that?” I snarl. “I see how he looks at Woman Piper.”

“Many wonder,” Breti'ax says calmly. “We all heard the sounds last night, and we all wanted the same for ourselves. It was Mating, yes?”

“I Mated with Bryar,” I confirm with a tight smile. “Following the exact instructions of old shaman Host'iz.”

“And it was obviously successful,” the old man says as he drains his cup. “The sounds were… intense. We are of course immensely proud of our chief for bringing women into the tribe. And yet, we wonder where they came from. Neither of them is The Woman, that's obvious. So they are not from the Ancestors. Then, who brought them? Was it the Plood, perhaps? In thatcase, they may be tainted by the forces of Darkness. They may have been sent to make problems for us. If so, they have already done well.” He nods towards the cold pyre.

“I think they were sent by the Ancestors,” I tell him. “Who says the Ancestors can't send women anytime they want? I'm sure any shaman would agree with me.”

“I don't remember any prophecy that mentions two strange women clearly not of our kind. They look like aliens to me.”

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