At sundown on the eve of her coming-of-age, the grandmothers tied the girl to her mother with a red cord.
One end of the cord, nine ells long, they had bound, with much hilarity, around young Linden's waist; the other (not without a few tears) around her mother's.
And now the women were come, with the red-dyed eggs and the red-wrapped gifts, and so the rites began.
The secret rites of the Women's Side, by which a girl becomes a woman, may not be told; nor could I tell them, I who am of the Men's Side.
But this much I can tell, for it is known to all.