The pasty and sack disposed of, I turned in my seat and spoke to
Diccon: "I looked for Master Rolfe to-day. Have you heard aught
of him?"
"No," he answered. As he spoke, the door was opened and the
gaoler put in his head. "A messenger from Master Rolfe, captain."
He drew back, and the Indian Nantauquas entered the room.
Rolfe I had seen twice since the arrival of the George at
Jamestown, but the Indian had not been with him. The young chief
now came forward and touched the hand I held out to him. "My
brother will be here before the sun touches the tallest pine," he
announced in his grave, calm voice. "He asks Captain Percy to
deny himself to any other that may come. He wishes to see him
alone."
"I shall hardly be troubled with company," I said. "There's a
bear-baiting toward."
Nantauquas smiled. " My brother asked me to find a bear for
to-day. I bought one from the Paspaheghs for a piece of copper,
and took him to the ring below the fort."
"Where all the town will presently be gone," I said. "I wonder what
Rolfe did that for!"
Filling a cup with sack, I pushed it to the Indian across the table.
"You are little in the woods nowadays, Nantauquas."
His fine dark face clouded ever so slightly. "Opechancanough has
dreamt that I am Indian no longer. Singing birds have lied to him,
telling him that I love the white man, and hate my own color.
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