"Well!" I asked at last. "What is the matter, my friend?"
For a full minute he made no answer, and when he did speak his
voice matched his face.
"My friend," he said, "I am going to show myself a friend indeed to
the English, to the strangers who were not content with their own
hunting grounds beyond the great salt water. When I have done
this, I do not know that Captain Percy will call me 'friend' again."
"You were wont to speak plainly, Nantauquas," I answered him. "I
am not fond of riddles."
Again he waited, as though he found speech difficult. I stared at
him in amazement, he was so changed in so short a time.
He spoke at last: "When the dance is over, and the fires are low,
and the sunrise is at hand, then will Opechancanough come to you
to bid you farewell. He will give you the pearls that he wears about
his neck for a present to the Governor, and a bracelet for yourself.
Also he will give you three men for a guard through the forest. He
has messages of love to send the white men, and he would send
them by you who were his enemy and his captive. So all the white
men shall believe in his love."
"Well," I said dryly as he paused. "I will take his messages. What
next?"
"Those are the words of Opechancanough. Now listen to the words
of Nantauquas, the son of Wahunsonacock, a war chief of the
Powhatans.
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