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Updated: June 18, 2025
She soon found that we had many, that they varied widely, but had some points in common. A clear methodical luminous mind had my Ellador, not only reasonable, but swiftly perceptive.
"At the same time?" asked Ellador. "Why yes. The children play about, and the mother has charge of it all. There are servants, of course." It seemed so obvious, so natural to Terry, that he always grew impatient; but the girls were honestly anxious to understand. "How many children do your women have?" Alima had her notebook out now, and a rather firm set of lip. Terry began to dodge.
Their vigorous beauty was an aesthetic pleasure, not an irritant. Their dress and ornaments had not a touch of the "come-and-find-me" element. Even with my own Ellador, my wife, who had for a time unveiled a woman's heart and faced the strange new hope and joy of dual parentage, she afterward withdrew again into the same good comrade she had been at first.
"Staying in it? All the time?" asked Ellador. "Not imprisoned, surely!" "Of course not! Living there naturally," he answered. "What does she do there all the time?" Alima demanded. "What is her work?" Then Terry patiently explained again that our women did not work with reservations. "But what do they do if they have no work?" she persisted. "They take care of the home and the children."
We were now well used to seeing women not as females but as people; people of all sorts, doing every kind of work. This outbreak of Terry's, and the strong reaction against it, gave us a new light on their genuine femininity. This was given me with great clearness by both Ellador and Somel. The feeling was the same sick revulsion and horror, such as would be felt at some climactic blasphemy.
It gets in the way of the sex ideal; it temporarily covers and excludes femininity. Of course, in this case, I was so fond of Ellador my friend, of Ellador my professional companion, that I necessarily enjoyed her society on any terms. Only when I had had her with me in her de-feminine capacity for a sixteen-hour day, I could go to my own room and sleep without dreaming about her. The witch!
Never a shocked expression of the face or exclamation of revolt had warned us; they had been extracting the evidence without our knowing it all this time, and now were studying with the most devout earnestness the matter they had prepared. The result was rather distressing to us. They first explained the matter fully to Ellador, as she was the one who purposed visiting the Rest of the World.
This was a hard saying for a very loving husband. "Unless," she went on, "if one is coming, you will leave me behind. You can come back, you know and I shall have the child." Then that deep ancient chill of male jealousy of even his own progeny touched my heart. "I'd rather have you, Ellador, than all the children in the world. I'd rather have you with me on your own terms than not to have you."
I think it was only as I grew to love Ellador more than I believed anyone could love anybody, as I grew faintly to appreciate her inner attitude and state of mind, that I began to get some glimpses of this faith of theirs. When I asked her about it, she tried at first to tell me, and then, seeing me flounder, asked for more information about ours.
A big, handsome creature, rather exceptionally strong even in that race of strong women, with a proud head and sweeping level brows that lined across above her dark eager eyes like the wide wings of a soaring hawk. I was good friends with all three of them but best of all with Ellador, long before that feeling changed, for both of us.
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