Obring returned. They had been far from the flood, of course, but they had also been on the wrong side of it, so that coming home they had to find a place to cross either the ravine itself or the river. They ended up dragging the camels across the river upstream of the ravine, making a long detour around the worst of the destruction, and then crossing the river in shallow marshes and sand bars near the sea - at low tide. "The camels are getting less and less happy about crossing water," said Nafai.
"But we brought back two deers," said Obring happily.
With everyone reunited, Volemak made a little speech establishing this place as their campsite. "The river to the north we will name Oykib, for the firstborn boy of this expedition, and the river to the south is Protchnu, for the firstborn boy of the next generation."
Rasa was outraged. "Why not name them Dza and Chveya, for the first two children born on our journey?"
Volemak looked at her steadily without answering.
"Then we had better leave this place before the boys are old enough to know how you have honored them solely because they have penises."
"If we had had only two girls, and two rivers, Father would have named the rivers for them," said Issib, trying to make peace.
They knew it wasn't true, of course. For several weeks after they got there, Rasa insisted on calling them the North River and the South River; Volemak was just as adamant in calling them the River Oykib and the River Protchnu. But since it was the men who did more traveling, and therefore crossed the rivers more often, and fished in them, and had to tell each other about places and events up and down the rivers' lengths, it was the names Oykib and Protchnu that stayed. Whether anyone else noticed or not, however, Luet saw that Rasa never used Volemak's names for the rivers, and grew silent and cold whenever others spoke their names.
Only once did Nafai and Luet discuss the matter. Nafai was singularly unsympathetic. "Rasa didn't mind when women decided everything in Basilica, and men weren't even allowed to look at the lakes."
"That was a holy place for women. The only place like it in the world."
"What does it matter?" said Nafai. "It's just a couple of names for a couple of rivers. When we leave here, no one else will ever remember what we named them."
"So why not North River and South River?"
"It's only a problem because Mother made it a problem," said Nafai. "Now let's not make it a problem between us."
"I just want to know why you go along with it!"
Nafai sighed. "Think, for just a moment, what it would mean if I had called them the North and South rivers. What it would have meant to Father. And to the other men. Then it really would have been divisive. I don't need anything more to separate me from the others."
Luet chewed on that idea for a while.
"All right," she said. "I can see that."
And then, after she had thought a little more, she said, "But you didn't see anything wrong with naming the rivers after the boys until Mother pointed it out, did you?"
He didn't answer.
"In fact, you really don't see anything wrong with it now, do you?"
"I love you," said Nafai.
"That's not an answer," she said.
"I think it is," he said.
"And what if I never give you a son?" she said.
"Then I will keep making love to you until we have a hundred daughters," said Nafai.
"In your dreams," she said nastily.
"In yours, you mean," he said.
She made the deliberate decision not to stay angry with him for this, and as they made love she was as willing and passionate as ever. But afterward, when he was asleep, it worried her. What would it mean to them for the men to make their company as male-dominated as Basilica had been female-dominated?
Why must we do this? she wondered. We had a chance to make our society different from the rest of the world. Balanced and fair, even-handed, right. And yet even Nafai and Issib seem content to unbalance it. Is the rivalry between men and women such that one must always be in ascendancy at the expense of the other? Is it built into our genes? Must the community always be ruled by one sex or the other?
Maybe so, she thought. Maybe we're like the baboons. When we're stable and civilized, the women decide things, establish