“What is that, Jaelle?” Magda remembered Rohana saying that the Amazons worked at any honest trade; but she was curious to know which of them Jaelle had made her own.
“I am a travel-organizer,” Jaelle said. “People who intend to travel in the hills come and consult me. I can tell them precisely how many pack animals they will need for supplies for any number of men, for the length of their trip, and where to hire or buy them, and where to hire drivers for them, and precisely how much equipment they must buy-or I can buy it for them, on commission. Then I can advise them about how much of the different kinds of food they must buy to keep the men healthy, and provide them with guides and bodyguards, tell them what roads to take, how long the journey will last at the specific season of the year, what passes might be closed or what rivers in flood, and anything else they might wish to know. It is not a business to make anyone rich, but I make a good living at it. Some people only wish for an hour or two of advice, and I give it to them for a fee; others put all the preparations for the trip in my hands, and I do everything from buying pack saddles to choosing meals and equipment they can use at midwinter in the high passes.”
“Tell me,” Magda said hesitantly. “From what I have seen of Thendara-are there many men willing to turn such responsibility over to a woman?”
“More than you might think,” Jaelle said. “Rafaella, who started this business, told me that in the first year or two, her business was almost limited to providing escort service for ladies whose kinsmen had no leisure to escort them and would not trust them to strange men. Amazon bodyguards for women were much in demand because they knew the ladies would arrive unraped! But as it became known that the caravans we organized could take quicker routes, and arrive without running out of fodder, or having to live on porridge-powder for the last four or five days, the ladies themselves began to insist that we be allowed to make plans for their husbands’ business journeyings, and so it had grown to a point where we have as much business as we can do.”
“It still seems a strange business for a woman- here,” Magda said. “I have grown used to thinking that a woman’s life on Darkover was always so limited. Oh, damn this thing!” She broke off, sucking the finger she had pricked with an incautious stitch.
Jaelle laughed, saying, “Don’t bother; give it to one of Rohana’s sewing-women. They will be glad to have something to do, and it will give them pleasure to think there is something, anything they can do better than a Free Amazon.”
Jaelle, Magda thought, was “a puzzle; she was devoted to her sisters in the Guild of Free Amazons- and yet she could be so contemptuous of other women! She said, “Do you really think all women would be happier as Amazons, Jaelle?”
Jaelle put her mended glove back with its mate and began to sort out some small things at the bottom of her saddlebag. She said, not looking up, “No, I don’t. I used to think so, when I was younger. And I do truly look forward to a day on our world when all women will have the freedoms that we-the Guild-have seized and declared for ourselves; when they will have them by law, and not by revolt and renunciation. But I know now that there are many women who could not be happy living my kind of life.” She sat in the windowseat, her legs folded up under her chin, her short hair tousled; she looked like an adolescent girl. She had a bit of ribbon in her hand and was absentmindedly twisting it about her wrists as she spoke. “Rohana’s women. They think of nothing but marriage; they are shocked and troubled at the idea of any other life than they live. It seems dreadful to them, to think of hiring themselves out, as men do, at any work for which they have the strength and skills, instead of serving for a time as waiting-women in one of the Great Houses, and then going home, as Lanilla is doing at winter’s end, to a marriage arranged by their families. I asked her what her husband was like and she said she did not know, and asked me, ‘Does it matter?’ It was enough for her that she would have a home of her own, and a husband. Did you ever want to marry, Margali?”