"
"Shall I ever see Jamestown again, Nantauquas?" I demanded. "I
have my doubts."
He looked me full in the eyes, and there was no doubting the
candor of his own. "You go with the next sunrise," he answered.
"Opechancanough has given me his word."
"I am glad to hear it," I said. "Why have we been kept at all? Why
did he not free us five days agone?"
He shook his head. "I do not know. Opechancanough has many
thoughts which he shares with no man. But now he will send you
with presents for the Governor, and with messages of his love to
the white men. There will be a great feast to-day, and to-night the
young men and maidens will dance before you. Then in the
morning you will go."
"Will you not come with us?" I asked. "You are ever welcome
amongst us, Nantauquas, both for your sister's sake and for your
own. Rolfe will rejoice to have you with him again; he ever
grudgeth you to the forest."
He shook his head again. "Nantauquas, the son of Powhatan, hath
had much talk with himself lately," he said simply. "The white
men's ways have seemed very good to him, and the God of the
white men he knows to be greater than Okee, and to be good and
tender; not like Okee, who sucks the blood of the children. He
remembers Matoax, too, and how she loved and cared for the
white men and would weep when danger threatened them.
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