My brother loves him, and he was kind to
Matoax when she was brought prisoner to Jamestown. I am glad
that I could pull off this wolf."
"Tell me one thing," I asked. "Before you left Jamestown, had you
heard aught of my wife or of my enemy?"
He shook his head. "At sunrise, the commander came to rouse my
brother, crying out that you had broken gaol and were nowhere to
be found, and that the man you hate was lying within the guest
house, sorely torn by some beast of the forest. My brother and I
followed your trail at once; the town was scarce awake when we
left it behind us, - and I did not return."
By this we three were alone in the hollow, for all the savages, men
and women, had gone forth to meet the Indian whose word was
law from the falls of the far west to the Chesapeake. The sun now
rode above the low hills, pouring its gold into the hollow and
brightening all the world besides. The little stream flashed
diamonds, and the carven devils upon the black houses above us
were frightful no longer. There was not a menace anywhere from
the cloudless skies to the sweet and plaintive chant to Kiwassa,
sung by women and floating to us from the woods beyond the
hollow. The singing grew nearer, and the rustling of the leaves
beneath many feet more loud and deep; then all noise ceased, and
Opechancanough entered the hollow alone.
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