Uit: Bearsaga (L’Oursiade, vertaald door david L. Koral)
“They say his mother fed him on bear’s milk as she went through the terminal stage of tuberculosis. No doubt about it: once every two years, when the conditions are right, the black she-bear drops a litter, and for five months she nurses her two or three cubs. One more infant at her breast wouldn’t make her run dry. But no one could say how a woman who had just given birth, consumptive to boot, managed to draw milk from a six-hundred-pound sow and be left unscathed. Not a single scratch. These were lean times for everyone, they say, while the bears, on the other hand, abounded in the woods, glutted and fat. Believe what you like. In any case, a mother whose breasts are empty and knows she’s a goner won’t be too picky, and builds up her resolve. It’s true. Under similar circumstances, the weathervane’s been known to beat back the wind. But to go rummaging through the belly fur of a mother bear as she stepped out of her winter quarters with a yawn and two woolly balls of fur rolling by her sides and tumbling between her paws. To elbow newborn cubs out of the way to make room for her own: a pink, hairless little man…no, there’s no way Simon the Halfbreed could have suckled milk from a bear, as it’s been told; he must have been fed by one of those few, kindhearted wet-nurses untouched by the Spanish flu or the times of tuberculosis. Anyway, even the most fanatical hunter would never kill his nurse, anyone could tell you that. That’s a whole different matter. For this outlaw, the law of blood was the same as any other. A law is a law. Simon was born outside.”
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