The Ragged One was watching her, waiting for her to fail.

At last Icebones spotted a small heap of mammoth dung, still steaming gently, a few paces away. "That is the way we have come. So we will go the other way — to the east."

Thunder growled, "But that is the way the cat went."

A high-pitched yowl echoed from the chasm walls. The mammoths peered that way fearfully, raising their trunks to sniff the air. "Where is it?" "Is it close?" "I think it came from that way." "No, that way…" But the echoes thrown by the complex walls of the chasm system masked the source of the call — as perhaps the cat intended, Icebones thought.

The Ragged One stood before Icebones. "It can track us by our dung, and our footprints, and our scent. How can we throw it off? You don’t know what to do, do you? You are no Matriarch. You have not told us the truth — not since the moment you woke up inside your cave of darkness. And now you have led us into deadly peril."

Icebones, desperate, her head full of alarm, thought, Not now… But she was tired of strangeness, of unpredictable dangers, of dragging this recalcitrant group across a barren rocky world, of the Ragged One’s unrelenting hostility.

"All right," she said sharply. "You want the truth — then here it is. I am no Matriarch. I think my mother intended me to come here to this place and lead you someday… but not yet. Not until I was grown, and had calves of my own, and had become a true Matriarch. I don’t’ know what happened — I don’t know why I found myself here, now. I don’t want to be here. But here I am."

The mammoths rumbled, tense, unhappy.

Thunder reached to her hesitantly. "You lied? But you named us, Icebones."

She glared at them all. "Yes, I lied. I had no choice. If I hadn’t, you would have died on the shore of that salt-filled ocean."

Autumn’s rumble was tinged with pain. "Enough of this. It won’t make any difference if Icebones is a liar or not if we are all dead by sundown. Which way?"

Two chasms led from this point. One was straight, its walls sheer and clean, but the other was a jumble of rocks.

Icebones snapped, "We go down there." She meant the jumbled, difficult route.

Autumn growled, "Are you sure? The other looks much easier."

The Ragged One said, "What does it matter? Icebones is a fool. The cat can follow us wherever we go."

Icebones said, "You must listen to me. Listen to me because I am Icebones — for who you know me to be, not for who you wish me to be. Go now, that way, as I told you."

Slowly, sullenly, the mammoths began to move toward the more crowded chasm.

But Icebones called Autumn back. "Wait, Autumn. Forgive me." And she dug into the wounds on Autumn’s back, breaking open the clots and covering her trunk fingers with blood.

Autumn bore this stoically. Perhaps she understood what Icebones intended.

As the mammoths filed into the crowded chasm, Icebones set off, alone, into the other, cleaner defile. Where she trod she made sure she left clear footprints in the dust and scattered rock, and even squeezed out a little dung and urine. And she took care to smear Autumn’s blood on the rocky walls.

Then she backed out of the chasm, trying to step in the tracks she had already made.

Just as she reached the junction of the chasm, she heard a cold yowl — glimpsed a black form shimmering over the rock above her head — saw yellow predator’s eyes. The cat hurtled, black and lithe, into the chasm she had seeded, away from the mammoths.

Quickly she ducked after the others. "Try not to drop dung for a while — I know that is hard — and try to be quiet…"

Thunder asked, subdued, "How did you know what the cat would do?"

"I hoped that blood would be a stronger lure than the smell of our waste and hair. The other chasm is long, and it will take a while for the cat to explore it. But soon enough it will know that we have tricked it, and come looking for us once more."

So they proceeded through the shadowed complexity of the chasm, picking their way between huge fallen boulders and over smaller sharp-edged rocks.

Icebones glanced at the Ragged One. But the Ragged One’s posture spoke only of resentment and fury. Icebones knew that in the days to come the dynamics of her little band would be even more difficult, and that a final confrontation was yet to come.

After several more days — dismal days, frightening, bereft of food and water — the mammoths emerged at last from the Cracked Land.

With relief they fanned out under a pale, open sky, over a shallow slope of scree and broken rock. There was even food to be had, tufts of grass and scrubby trees growing in the sudden flood of light.

From here they should go south and east, for that was the direction to the Footfall. But when she looked that way, Icebones saw that the ground ended in a sharp line, much closer than the horizon, as if there was a dip beyond.

Leaving the mammoths to feed, she walked that way. Soon she had reached the break in the ground — and she recoiled, shocked.

It was a sheer drop.

She was on the lip of a chasm. But this immense feature would have dwarfed the mazy ravines through which she had guided the mammoths.

As if scoured out by a vast tusk, it was a mighty gouge in the land. And it was in her way.

Part 2: Gouge

The Story of the Family of Kilukpuk

This is a story Kilukpuk told Silverhair.

Now, as you know, Kilukpuk was born at a time when the world belonged to the Reptiles. The Reptiles were the greatest beasts ever seen — so huge they made the land itself shake with their footfalls — and they were cunning and savage hunters.

In those days our ancestors called themselves Hotbloods.

The Hotbloods were small timid creatures who lived underground, in burrows, the way lemmings do. They had huge, frightened eyes, for they would only emerge from their burrows at night, a time when the Reptiles were less active and less able to hunt them. They all looked alike, and rarely even argued, for their world was dominated by the constant threat of the Reptiles.

The ancestors of every warm-blooded creature you see today lived in those cramped dens: bear with seal, wolf with mammoth.

It was into this world that Kilukpuk, the first of all Matriarchs, was born. If you could have seen her, small and cautious like the rest, you would never have imagined the mighty races which would one day spring from her loins. But, despite her smallness, Kilukpuk was destined to become the mother of us all.

Kilukpuk had many brothers and sisters.

One was called Aglu. Secretive and sly, his blood runs in the veins of all the creatures that eat the flesh of others, like the wolves.

One was called Ursu. Fierce and aloof, she became the mother of all the bears.

One was called Equu. Foolish and vain, she became the mother of all the horses.

One was called Purga. Strange and clever with paws that could grasp and manipulate, he…

Yes, yes, there is a story here, and I will get to it!

Now after the reptiles had gone, the Hotbloods emerged from their burrows. For a long time they were timid, as if they feared the Reptiles might return. But at last they grew confident, and their calves and cubs and foals grew fat and strong and tall.

And by the time Longtusk was born, much later, a time when the ice crowded down from the north of the Old Steppe, there were many bears and horses and wolves, and many mammoths.

But only mammoths, the Calves of Kilukpuk, had Families.

Now at one time in his life Longtusk lived alone, and he wandered the land. Everywhere he went he won friendship and respect — naturally, since he was the greatest hero of all, and even other, stupid creatures could recognize that.