to have and to hold-第60章
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thed it in； and it went to the marrow of our bones。
Opechancanough we rarely saw； though we were bestowed so near to him that his sentinels served for ours。 Like some god； he kept within his lodge with the winding passage； and the hanging mats between him and the world without。 At other times； issuing from that retirement； he would stride away into the forest。 Picked men went with him； and they were gone for hours； but when they returned they bore no trophies； brute or human。 What they did we could not guess。 We might have had much comfort in Nantauquas； but the morning after our arrival in this village the Emperor sent him upon an embassy to the Rappahannocks； and when for the fourth time the forest stood black against the sunset he had not returned。 If escape had been possible； we would not have awaited the doubtful fulfillment of that promise made to us below the Uttamussac temples。 But the vigilance of the Indians never slept； they watched us like hawks； night and day。 And the dry leaves underfoot would not hold their peace； and there were the marshes to cross and the river。
Thus four days dragged themselves by； and in the early morning of the fifth； when we came from our wigwam； it was to find Nantauquas sitting by the fire； magnificent in the paint and trappings of the ambassador； motionless as a piece of bronze； and apparently quite unmindful of the admiring glances of the women who knelt about the fire preparing our breakfast。 When he saw us he rose and came to meet us； and I embraced him； I was so glad to see him。 〃The Rappahannocks feasted me long；〃 he said。 〃I was afraid that Captain Percy would be gone to Jamestown before I was back upon the Pamunkey。〃
〃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。 And Rolfe is his brother and his teacher。 But Opechancanough is his king； and the red men are his people； and the forest is his home。 If； because he loved Rolfe； and because the ways of the white men seemed to him better than his own ways； he forgot these things； he did wrong； and the One over All frowns upon him。 Now he has come back to his home again； to the forest and the hunting and the warpath； to his king and his people。 He will be again the panther crouching upon the bough〃 …
〃Above the white men？〃
He gazed at me in silence； a shadow upon his face。 〃Above the Monacans；〃 he answered slowly。 〃Why did Captain Percy say 'above the white men'？ Opechancanough and the English have buried the hatchet forever； and the smoke of the peace pipe will never fade from the air。 Nantauquas meant 'above the Monacans or the Long House dogs。' 〃
I put my hand upon his shoulder。 〃I know you did； brother of Rolfe by nature if not by blood！ Forget what I said； it was without thought or meaning。 If we go indeed to…morrow； I shall be loath to leave you behind； and yet； were I in your place； I should do as you are doing。〃
The shadow left his face and he drew himself up。 〃Is it what you call faith and loyalty and like a knight？〃 he demanded； with a touch of eagerness breaking through the slowness and gravity with which an Indian speaks。
〃Yea；〃 I made reply。 〃I think you good knight and true； Nantauquas； and my friend； moreover； who saved my life。〃
His smile was like his sister's； quick and very bright； and leaving behind it a most entire gravity。 Together we sat down by the fire and ate of the sylvan breakfast； with shy brown maidens to serve us and with the sunshine streaming down upon us through the trees that were growing faintly green。 It was a thing to smile at to see how the Indian girls manoeuvred to give the choicest meat； the most delicate maize cakes； to the young war chief； and to see how quietly he turned aside their benevolence。 The meal over； he went to divest himself of his red and white paint； of the stuffed hawk and strings of copper that formed his headdress； of his gorgeous belt and quiver and his mantle of raccoon skins； while Diccon and I sat still before our wigwam； smoking； and reckoning the distance to Jamestown and the shortest time in which we could cover it。
When we had sat there for an hour the old men and the warriors came to visit us； and the smoking must commence all over again。 The women laid mats in a great half circle； and each savage took his seat with perfect breeding； that is； in absolute silence and with a face like a stone。 The peace paint was upon them all； … red； or red and white； they sat and looked at the ground until I had made the speech of welcome。 Soon the air was dense with the fragrant smoke； in the thick blue haze the sweep of painted figures had the seeming of some fantastic dream。 An old man arose and made a long and touching speech with much reference to calumets and buried hatchets。 When he had finished a chief talked of Opechancanough's love for the English； 〃high as the stars； deep as Popogusso； wide as from the sunrise to the sunset；〃 adding that the death of Nemattanow last year and the troubles over the hunting grounds had kindled in the breasts of the Indians no desire for revenge。 With which highly probable statement he made an end； and all sat in silence looking at me and waiting for my contribution of honeyed words。 These Pamunkeys； living at a distance from the settlements； had but little English to their credit； and the learning of the Paspaheghs was not much greater。 I sat and repeated to them the better part of the seventh canto of the second book of Master Spenser's 〃Faery Queen。〃 Then I told them the story of the Moor of Venice； and ended by relating Smith's tale of the three Turks' heads。 It all answered the purpose to admiration。 When at length they went away to change their paint for the coming feast Diccon and I laughed at that foolery as though there were none beside us who could juggle with words。 We were as light…hearted as children … God forgive us！
The day wore on； with relay after relay of food which we must taste at least； with endless smoking of pipes and speeches that must be listened to and answered。 When evening came and our entertainers drew off to prepare for the dance； they left us as wearied as by a long day's march。
The wind had been high during the day； but with the sunset it sank to a desolate murmur。 The sky wore the strange crimson of the past year at Weyanoke。 Against that sea of color the pines were drawn in ink； and beneath it the winding； threadlike creeks that pierced the marshes had the look of spilt blood moving slowly and heavily to join the river that was black where the pines shadowed it； red where the light touched it。 From the marsh arose the cry of some great bird that made its home there； it had a lonely and a boding sound； like a trumpet blown above the dead。 The color died into an ashen gray and the air grew cold； with a heaviness beside that dragged at the very soul。 Diccon shivered violently； turned restlessly upon the log that served him as settle； and began to mutter to himself。
〃Art cold？〃 I asked。
He shook his head。 〃Somethin
