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Isle of Woman by Piers Anthony
Piers Anthony
Isle of Woman
 
CONTENTS
Introduction
Footprints
Tools
Fire
Isle
Art
Voyage
Neandertal
Cave
Cat
Town
City
Kingdom
Empire
Iron
Silk
T'ang
Lithuania
Kuba
India
Malthus
Author's Note
 
 
INTRODUCTION
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THIS is a work of fiction, based on research on the derivation and nature of the human kind. For this

purpose, the words "human" and "mankind" mean the species, male and female, while the word

"man" will generally refer to the male alone. The validity of the theory of evolution is assumed.

Those who believe in creationism may take this volume as what it is: a work of fiction based on

certain assumptions.

Opinions differ about when mankind evolved from the primates—in crude terms, apes—but a case

can be made that the first human being was the one who walked habitually on his hind feet. The

several primates developed differing life-styles while in the trees, with some walking on all fours

above branches, while others swung below branches. The faces of the ones above faced forward

while they were on all fours, while the faces of the ones below faced forward while they were

vertical. This made it easy for the hanging apes to drop occasionally to the ground and walk on their

two hind feet for a few steps, though they usually put down their long and powerful forearms to brace

themselves on their knuckles.

As the environment changed, and the forests diminished, one species of hanging primate came to

range more widely on the ground between trees, finally giving up knuckle-walking in favor of full

bipedalism. This had the coincidental advantage of freeing the powerful forelimbs for carrying,

something other creatures did not readily do. The hind limbs grew stronger and the back straightened,

making it easier to stride efficiently for increasing time and distance. One signal of the human

capacity for long-range striding is the bulging buttock: a massive mound of muscle used to propel a

human forward or up, and to assist in turning and balance.

Evidence from assorted disciplines suggests that mankind diverged from the pygmy chimpanzee

about five million years ago. These two species have a number of things in common, such as their

association in groups, bands or tribes, their high intelligence compared to most other species, and

their extreme sexuality. Both differ from other creatures in having females who come into heat only

partially if at all, and whose time of fertility is concealed, making them constantly available for

sexual activity. But the special rigors of the ground brought many changes leading eventually to our

present condition. This book will sample that history, touching on aspects throughout the timeline.

Obviously there was no single man or woman experiencing the whole of human development and

history. But there were individuals, similar to others of their kind. We shall, as it were, follow one

man and one woman and their families from the dawn of history through to the near future. Their

appearance and situations will change as they go, but their identity will always be clear. They are

much like us, and their development in life parallels that of our species.

Fair warning: though this is an extended story, a number of its assumptions are controversial, and in

some cases more recent discoveries may disprove those assumptions. The object is not just

entertainment; this is also a "message" novel, and the message is not pleasant. Each chapter is

preceded by a map of the world, with the general location of the setting marked. There are also

introductory and concluding discussions for each setting. Those who prefer to stick to entertainment

may skip the maps and discussions as well as the Author's Note. The volume will then resemble a

collection of stories featuring two widely ranging families.

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SITE: LAETOLI — TIME: 3.7 MILLION B.P.

Laetoli

CHAPTER 1 — FOOTPRINTS

The earliest clear evidence of our kind's upright stance was found in the hardened ash of a volcano in

east Africa dating a bit over three and a half million years ago. Three sets of footprints extended

about seventy-five feet, going north, before being eradicated by erosion. The shape of the prints and

pattern of pressures are typically human. These folk walked like men. The largest may have been

male, about five feet tall, weighing perhaps a hundred pounds. The next may have been female, a

little over three feet tall, perhaps fifty pounds. The third was a small child.

These were made by folk called Australopithecus afarensis—nevermind the pronunciation, which is

changing from right to wrong—one of whom the anthropologists called Lucy. They have no names

and no real language, just a collection of a few useful words. They may seem more like apes than

men, at this stage, but that may be deceptive.

THEY came near the fierce mountain and saw the mountain's breath spread across the plain, turning

it gray. It was safe to cross, because the mountain was not roaring today, but it was nevertheless a

marvel.

The man walked straight ahead, intent on his mission: to find something to eat. He was big and

strong, and his fur was thick and even, showing his health. The woman followed just behind, keeping

a wary eye on the child. Though she was much smaller than the man, her fur too was sleek and her

body lithe. Her chest was flat, signaling her fertility, for she had weaned her son a year ago. She also

gazed around, fascinated by the changed scene.

It was just at the end of the dry season. The creatures of the plain had grazed the grass down to the

roots and moved on. Soon the big rains would come; already there were light showers. Meanwhile

the mountain sent out its breath, which resembled the smoke of a great fire when it emerged, and the

ash of that fire when it settled to the ground. She saw the tracks of animals in it: birds, rabbits,

antelopes and even giraffes. A recent shower had made little holes in the powder wherever the drops

struck. Some tracks had already been covered, and also some beetles. She saw a deserted bird's egg,

and the outline of animal dung dusted with gray.

The child took to the powder immediately. He stretched forth his little legs and stepped in the new

prints made by the adults. Sometimes he went to the side, making his own little prints, then returned

to the safety of his father's tracks. He chortled. The woman smiled, taking pleasure in his pleasure.

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She heard something. She turned to her left and paused, listening and looking. It was only guinea

fowl, spooked by their approach.

The man grunted peremptorily, and the woman resumed her motion. They passed on beyond the ash-

covered region, and the ground resumed its normal colors.

They were in luck: some distance farther along they found a patch of ripe gourds. The plant had been

withered by the mountain's breath, but the fruits remained firm. The man cried out, and others of their

band came to gather the food. The man picked up several, and the woman took two more, and the

child one. They carried these back to the band's camp.

The woman and the child began to tire, so the woman employed a familiar device: she made a grunt

of sexual suggestion. The man reacted as expected: he set down his burden, allowing her and the

child to do the same, and drew her into him for a bout of copulation. The other members of the tribe

paused, considering; then several others paired off, liking the notion. Sex was always a satisfactory

interlude.

The woman relaxed, letting the man support her. He held her upright, facing him, her feet off the

ground. He sniffed her genital region, excited by the odors there. Then he let her slide down to make

contact with his erect penis. Most creatures approached their females from the rear, but the upright

posture enabled these ones to be frontal if they wished, and often they did wish it, liking variety. The

woman was like a doll in his embrace, allowing him any liberty he chose to take. It had been several

hours since their last coupling, so he was quite amenable to her suggestion. He bounced her around,

squeezed her, and kissed her fur as his member drove deep into her. This might have seemed like

rough play, but she was tough and he was vigorous rather than violent.

By the time he was done, both the woman and the child were rested. They picked up their burdens

and resumed their trek. The other couples were also breaking up, satisfied. Sex had no significance

beyond the pleasure of the moment and the continuing association it signaled.

They came to the tree where the woman's sister labored, watched by other women of the band. They

reached her as the great brightness of the sun settled behind a distant hill, setting the clouds ablaze.

The sister was of similar size, with smooth light fur, but differed in two respects. Her breasts were

prominent, their nipples poking out through the fur of her chest. And she was sexually nonreceptive,

because she had already been fertilized. This was why the other woman was kept busier now: it was,

in part, her job to protect the security of the family by making sure their man had no reason to

respond to any outside woman. Had the family lived apart from others of their kind there would have

been little problem, but in a band with several receptive females fidelity could be strained. Two

women were enough, in this case, because their cycles of availability were complementary: while one

was pregnant, birthing and nursing, the other was receptive. By the time her sister got a baby started,

the original woman was ready again. In that manner the two kept the man to themselves, and

benefited from his superior ability to forage and to protect them from both outsiders and other men in

the tribe. They shared food, when necessary, with others, but not sex or child caring.

They were part of a band that traveled as a unit, but when children grew up the males went out to join

other bands and mate with their women. A man was entitled to as many women as he could succeed

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in taking and keeping from other men. The women in turn preferred to have as much of a man to

themselves as they could, and sisters or close friends cooperated in that design. It was almost

impossible for a single woman to hold a single man, because of her infertile periods while nursing her

small children, but two or three cooperating women could manage it.

Half the babies were lost in their first year, and some fell prey to accidents or illness thereafter, so it

was necessary to sire several to be sure one would survive. On average, a woman was sexually

receptive about half the time. She was less fertile than other female creatures, so that it could take her

a year to conceive. That was what made it possible for only two women to keep one male, if they

were correctly phased. If both conceived at the same time, they would lose him, because neither

would be able to entice him with sex. Neither the man nor the woman thought of it exactly this way,

but this was the mode that enabled the fledgling species to survive.

Indeed, the sister's labor was complete: she held a furry baby boy. There was a red mark on his little

forehead, but it did not matter, for he was healthy. Now the man had two sons, by two sister women.

It was good.

In this manner the tracks leading toward the full human species proceeded. Yes, they are our

ancestors. Normally when the male is considerably larger than the female, he has more than one

mate, so their social conventions were probably not the same as ours. Three million years can

change things, however. Because he was born as the blazing sun set, and had a birthmark sharing

this color, we shall call the new baby Blaze.

SITE: KOOBI FORA — TIME: 1.9 MILLION B.P.

Koobi Fora

CHAPTER 2 — TOOLS

Two million years before the present, Australopithecus had given way to Homo habilis (HO-mo HAB-

i-lis), "handy man," larger and with a bigger brain. He lived in the Great Rift Valley of east Africa.

He was, as far as we know, the first of our kind to use tools regularly and effectively. But of the four

kinds of tools this sequence shows, only one is what we normally think of as such. And—he wasn't the

only descendant of Australopithecus extant.

EMBER was four years old. She was bold for a girl, and liked to use her hands. She was always

grabbing onto interesting sticks and colored stones and trying to form them into fun patterns. But

most of all she was intrigued with fire. Her mother had to watch her constantly when they were near a

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recent burn, to stop her from trying to take hold of an ember and scorch her fur. Thus her name. She

had in time learned caution, but not enough; she still wanted to pick up bright embers, trying to wrap

them in leaves to protect her fingers. She also had a small liability: there was a slight tremor or tic of

her left cheek that appeared in times of stress or concentration. It was hardly evident ordinarily, but

her mother was aware of it when the child nursed, and at other times. She hoped that Ember would

grow out of it before others noticed. Fortunately the child was so active, moving her head so

frequently to focus on things, that she seldom stayed still long enough for it to be obvious.

Yesterday there had been a burn on the land. It had crossed the prairie and the near valley, destroying

their shelter and driving them into the water of the lake for safety. It had burned itself out during the

night, but it had not been a comfortable time. Now the women of the band were out foraging for

roasted mice while the men were out searching for a new place to make a safe retreat. This was, in a

sense, a reversal of the normal order, for now the women were hunting meat while the men sought a

homesite. It happened when it made sense.

Ember and her mother walked along the lake shore. It was safe here, because if a dangerous animal

came they could wade into the water and the creature would not chase them. The fire had burned

right up to the water and stopped. Now the land was covered in black ash, and pockets were still

crackling. Ember was eager to go to them, to satisfy her fascination, but her mother stopped her with

a terse reminder each time she started to stray. "No!" Ember had learned that word early, as well as

her name.

They reached a section the fire had missed. Here the grass remained green and the trees retained their

foliage, though some at the edge had been wilted by the heat. Right at the edge, hemmed in by a

channel leading from the lake, was a large crackle-section. Oh, wonderful!

But they waded into the lake to avoid this, disappointing Ember. She hung back, staring at the puffs

of smoke drifting up, wishing she could go and grab at them. What wonderful stuff fire must be, if

she could only get close to it!

However, she did spy a pretty little stone with bright veins making patterns through it. She quickly

picked it up and put it in her mouth for safekeeping. It tasted stony.

Then they spied something alarming. A big cat was crouching in the brush. But it wasn't after them. It

had brought down a giraffe and was chewing on it.

They quickly retreated, keeping quiet. Ember knew that silence was essential in the presence of

danger. She was frightened. She felt her cheek quivering. She almost swallowed her stone, so she

poked it into her cheek for safekeeping.

They returned to the shore beyond, casting wary glances behind, then ran back to the place where

others were gathering. This was beside a cache of stones they had gathered and deposited here before

the fire. They had similar caches scattered strategically around the lake, so that there was always a

source of tools or weapons near where they might be needed.

"Cat! Cat!" Ember's mother cried, pointing. Then: "Giraffe." She made a gesture as of something

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lying on the ground.

That was clear enough. Several men picked up stones, carrying them in their crooked arms, and

moved toward the place. Ember's mother went along to show them the way, so Ember went too,

staying close.

They entered the water by the crackling place and made themselves as quiet as possible. They came

to the cat. It was a single one, not a pride. It looked up at them, blood on its monstrous fangs. It

growled warningly.

But they were several, and it was one. They had the protection of the water, which the cat would not

enter by choice. They could attack it with impunity, and they were hungry.

The first man flung a stone. His aim was good, and the missile struck the cat on the flank. The cat

jumped up, snarling. It made as if to charge them, but stopped at the water's edge.

Reassured by this, the others flung their stones. Ember wondered whether she should throw her pretty

pebble. She hoped not, because she wanted to keep it. Two stones missed, but two more struck. The

cat screeched and turned, snapping at the stones, but getting nowhere. Then, as the men advanced

toward the shore, throwing their last rocks, the cat realized it was overmatched and retreated,

reluctantly. One more stone caught it near the tail, and it bounded away.

Ember knew that was a good thing, because the men had been bluffing: they had used up all their

stones. But the cat didn't know that. So it had given up when it was at the point of victory, because no

man would have stepped onshore while that fearful predator was there. They would not even have

approached it, had they not been very hungry and had the protection of the water.

Then men took hold of the carcass and dragged it to the water. There it floated, making it easier to

move. They hauled it along until they reached the crackling place. Then they dragged it out and

rolled it right into the heart of the crackle.

There was a horrendous sizzle and big cloud of vapor that delighted Ember. The fire was trying to eat

the giraffe! But it couldn't; it could only burn it, making a special smell. The smell of burned mouse,

only bigger.

There was a cry from the lookout. "Ape!"

Everyone looked. There were many apes coming, attracted by the commotion. They wouldn't have

come while the cat was there, but it was gone. They wanted to know what was happening here, and

whether there was anything good to eat.

The men moved into the lake. Some went to fetch some of the stones they had thrown. But though

the apes were dull, they knew about stones. They charged over in a mass and swept up the remaining

stones and hurled them at the men. Each ape was much larger than each man, and had much stronger

arms. The men retreated back into the lake and ducked down as the stones came.

Ember took a breath and held it and went down under the water. She heard splashing near her, but

didn't know whether it was from a man or a stone. The stones could not hurt anyone under the water,

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but it was hard to stay down long. Ember had to come up to breathe.

She saw that the apes had used up the stones and lost interest. They were wary of the crackling place,

not understanding fire, and they didn't like the smell of the roasting flesh. So they moved on,

disappointed. They were strong, but stupid.

The men came out. The giraffe was still cooking, and the smell was very strong now.

They brought out the special stones, the ones with the sharp edges, and as the fire died down they

used these to slice across the hide so they could pull it off, and to slice across the meat so they could

get pieces. They passed these around, and Ember and her mother got to bite into the meat. It was

tough, and not as good as fresh fruit, but after the fire they hadn't found much fruit.

Then Ember and her mother walked to the new place the men had found, beyond where the fire had

been. It was a big tangle of thorns and nettles and stingy plants, but there was a hole in it for them to

get through. No bad animals would come for them here! Ember settled down with her mother,

huddling close for warmth as the night cooled, and others lay close on either side. Tomorrow they

would make a better shelter, and hope it didn't burn soon. But the fire had helped feed them today.

Ember was satisfied. She took the stone out of her mouth, which she had preserved despite eating the

hot meat, and tried to focus on its prettiness. But it was too dark now for her to see, so she put it back

in her mouth for tomorrow.

This day's activities show the manner Homo habilis used his tools and his wits to survive in a

sometimes hostile environment. He entered the water to avoid the prairie fire, and used the water

also as protection from large predators, such as Megantereon, a saber-toothed cat the size of a lion.

He used available fire to cook the body of Sivatherium, a short-necked giraffe that stood seven feet

tall and had antlers. He used thrown stones as weapons, and chipped stones as knives for carving

flesh or fruit, and maintained caches of such stones in scattered places so that supplies were usually

handy. He used thorny brambles to make safe shelters. Thus water, fire, stone and brambles all were

tools. He was smart enough to take advantage of the situations in which he found himself, so he got

by though he was by no means the dominant creature of the region.

The "ape" was a cousin, a parallel hominid, the vegetarian Australopithecus boisei: as big as a

modern man, and strong, but relatively stupid. He prospered for perhaps a million and a half years,

far longer than Homo habilis, but was in the end a nonsurvivor. It may be that when the climate

changed he was no longer able to forage effectively, while the "handy man," on the fringe, was able

to scrounge his way along and survive.

SITE: GREAT RIFT VALLEY — TIME: 400,000 B.P.

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Great Rift Valley

CHAPTER 3 — FIRE

Homo habilis gave way to Homo erectus (HO-mo e-REK-tus), "upright man," about one and a half

million years ago. He approached modern human size and had a larger brain than his predecessor,

and was well equipped to survive. Indeed, he was to conquer the world. About one million years ago

the Sahara desert of northern Africa greened somewhat for a time, allowing Homo erectus to pass

north and spread across Europe and Asia as well as remaining in Africa. But it seems that his

evolution continued most progressively in Africa.

There is some evidence that this man used fire, but it is inconclusive. Did he use fire intentionally, or

did he avoid it, or did he take advantage of it when he had a chance? Perhaps a few people found

ways, in special circumstances.

BLAZE was eight years old and ready for something better. The fiery birthmark on his forehead set

him apart from the other children of the band, making him the object of a certain distrust and

sometimes ridicule. His older half-brother Ashfoot had protected him somewhat, but now Ashfoot

was thirteen and a man. He had gone out alone with a spear and run down a small deer and killed it. It

had taken him two days, pursuing the animal day and night, following its tracks by moonlight and

guessing when he had to, but he had done it. So Ashfoot was a man, and had joined the camp of the

single men, and was no longer near enough to help Blaze. Ashfoot could go out to seek a woman of

another band when he felt ready. He had proven himself. But how could Blaze do the same? His main

interest was fire—and fire was supremely indifferent to him.

Today fire was near, however. It was burning in a nearby valley, after a storm. That was funny, how

fire came from water, when water always stopped fire. But Blaze thought he knew how it happened.

Sometimes there were fire flashes in storms, as if the water was casting out the fire in its mist, and

these fire flashes in the air might start the fire on the ground. Then it would burn until it encountered

water, or ran out of dry grass to eat. Whenever there was a fire, Blaze went to investigate, on the

pretense of looking for fleeing game animals. His sharp eyes found such animals often enough to

make this claim legitimate. But actually it was the fire itself that fascinated him. He never dared get

too close to it, for it was hot and fierce and unpredictable, but he explored it as well as he could

without getting burned. He had become a private expert on its ways.

He took his small spear, which was a dry stick he had sharpened against a stone and baked in the sun,

making it hard. He had used it for small game, but lacked confidence in it for anything larger than a

rabbit. It was mainly for defense, to point at a predator and keep it at bay. Maybe it couldn't kill a big

cat, but it could damage an eye or gullet, and that might be enough. He hoped. He also kept an eye

out for climbable trees, and tried never to be far from one. Trees had always been the friends to his

kind, because few bad predators climbed them.

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He crested a hill and paused, looking down into the shallow valley beyond. There was a shelter there,

not big enough to house a band, but obviously of human design. It must be a foreign hunter, because

none of Blaze's band lived separately. He would have to go back and tell the others of this intrusion,

because this was home territory.

But before he could move, a woman came out of the shelter and saw him. She signaled. She wanted

him to go to the shelter.

Blaze was in doubt. She was adult and he was a child, so he should obey. But she was a woman and

he a boy, so he didn't have to. He had to answer only to his mother. Also, this woman was foreign, so

might be an enemy.

Then another figure came out. It was a boy somewhat smaller than Blaze. No—it was a girl, because

there was no bulge of substance between her legs, no penis. The fur was smooth throughout.

The woman did not signal again, but waited for him to obey. Blaze stood, trying to decide what to do.

But the girl did not hesitate. She walked toward him, spreading her hands in the signal of friendly

meeting. It was remarkable for a girl to approach a stranger; usually they were very cautious.

As she approached, he saw that she was nicely formed, with even limbs, light fur, and a pretty face.

She seemed to be about his own age, though smaller. She smiled, showing even teeth. Her prettiness

was marred only by a little twitch on her left cheek, as if she were trying to shake a fly loose in the

manner an animal did. She stopped when she was close and tapped her chest. "Ember," she said,

using the word for the remnant of a fire.

Suddenly he knew he liked her. "Blaze," he said, tapping his own chest, using the word for bright

fire.

She smiled again, recognizing their affinity. She reached out with her open hand, the fingers curving

up in invitation.

Blaze reached out and took the hand with his own, accepting it. They stood that way for a moment,

gazing into each other's eyes. He saw now that hers were green, a shade he had seen only once

before: when he looked into still water and saw his ghost image. He touched his cheek with his free

hand, pointing to his own eye, then to hers. "Green."

She nodded, agreeing, and smiled a third time. This time he smiled with her, accepting the expression

as he had her hand. They had met only this moment, yet he had already found more favor with her

than with any girl of his band. Maybe she had been teased about that cheek, just as he had been about

his forehead.

She turned and walked toward the woman, gently tugging him along. He went with her, oddly

enjoying her presumption.

She led him to the woman, who had waited stolidly throughout. "Blaze," Ember said, indicating him.

Then, indicating the woman to him, "Mother." As if that hadn't been obvious.

But then Ember tugged him on to the entrance of the shelter. He saw that it was not well made, being

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