Just a Glimpse

I saw him in the distance.. but he did not see me.. I called out but no response.. It was very early in the morning.. and I had just came back from the herds.. I sat on the step of my wagon for a long while and just watched his wagon.. soon a slave left and crawled back to the slave wagons. Shaking my head I had to smile slightly.. well at least he is still alive..

I stripped off my leathers.. and released my hair from its braid.. and sat for a moment in the cotton slip I wore under my leathers.. picking up the brush I fell back on my furs and brushed my hair.. and then rubbed a little oil in my hands and ran it softly over the long thick mass of black hair.. and then brushed it some more..

Finally.. I laid back.. and tried to sleep.. I tossed and turned.. trying not to think of the slave that left his wagon.. she was not pretty not ugly.. she was nothing really.. most of them are.. used and put away wet for the most part. I can not even imagine what their lives are like.. being dragged off by any warrior and being used so many times .. makes me ill to think about. Not a life I would like or would even entertain.. but I suspose some women like that kind of life.. Nope not this tuchuk..

I rolled over on my side.. I still could not sleep.. I took a drink of water from the bota I put there earlier in the evening.. Sometimes I wish I be brave enough to bring in a bota of paga.. I bet I would sleep then..

Finally I think I fell asleep.. and when my mother woke me.. my hair was matted across my face.. and sleep long removed and laying on the furs next to me.. I pulled the fur around me.. it was not really as soft as the one in Tasco's wagon.. but it did its job.. Mother and I talked for a little bit before she headed off. Her and Nono were going to collect herbs for something their were making.. I fell back on the furs and pulled it over my head and tried to get a few more moments of sleep..

But at least I know he is alive and well by the looks of the slave that left his wagon..