Chapter 3
Nakoma took a step back looking from Cocoum to John alternatively.
"What is going on here?" Nakoma demanded folding her arms across her chest ready to hear the story and John looked at Cocoum obviously expecting Cocoum to finish the tale. Cocoum merely stared back at him defiantly and John sighed turning to Nakoma.
"When I was in England a friend of mine was boasting to me about a true Indian slave he bought from Virginia. I was curious and so I went to see and found Cocoum. I...Well I guess you can say I bought him from my friend and brought him back here to be with his people," John said and Nakoma felt her respect for this man grow. How noble of him to want to return Cocoum to his roots, if only Cocoum would at least look grateful. Cocoum eyed John resentfully as he snorted with laughter.
"You bought me because you knew I could lead you back into the village so you could see Pocahontas again," Cocoum hissed and John blushed beet red under his accusing gaze. Yes John wanted to see her again, he loved her, it was only natural. After he had heard of what John Rolfe had done he had tried to find her but she was long gone back to Virginia.
"I heard she had returned to the village because of John Rolfe, I want to see her again," John appealed to Nakoma who smiled though still disturbed about the way Cocoum was acting.
"She will be happy to see you," Nakoma assured him comfortingly and John smiled at her thankfully.
"Really?" he asked needing to hear it again and Nakoma nodded.
"She thinks of nothing else," Nakoma said truthfully and smiled.
"Stay here, I will bring Pocahontas to you," Nakoma said turning to run off.
Nakoma came upon Pocahontas resting in the longhouse that they shared and Nakoma pulled her to her feet roughly.
"What is the meaning of this Nakoma?" Pocahontas demanded wrenching her arms out of Nakoma's grasp indignantly not quite forgiving Nakoma for being so mean at the lake.
"Do you trust me?" Nakoma asked her eyes shining and Pocahontas stared at her proudly.
"Yes," she said without hesitation and Nakoma smiled.
"Then come with me."
Following Nakoma to the glade was the hardest thing Pocahontas had ever done. Her legs felt weighed down like rocks as she followed her friend's fast pace. Nakoma's face was blank making Pocahontas fear what she would find as she came towards Grandmother willow's glade.
"Alright, wait here," Nakoma, breathed as she leaned her back against the tree to catch her breath.
"Wait for what Nakoma?"
"Your future to change," she replied before slipping away into the forest. Pocahontas sighed and wondered what sort of game her friend was playing. Leaving her place beside the tree she walked towards the waterfall, keeping as silent as a deer.
She walked in, allowing the cool water lap around her ankles and then her knees. As she looked down, she noticed someone behind her, "Nakoma, I see you!" She shouted but no reply came to meet her ears. Pocahontas turned around and wadded back to shore, her legs soaked and along with the hem of her dress. Feeling frustrated she sat down on a rock and waited for whatever Nakoma had planned.
"Pocahontas?"
The young woman gasped, she knew that voice, the same one that had haunted her dreams for the longest time, should she dare to hope?
"Pocahontas?"
"J-John Smith?" The native woman breathed.
"Wingapo Pocahontas," John Smith said as he stepped out from behind the willow tree and stood before her.
"John, is it really you?"
She tried not to let the tears fall from her eyes, "yes, it's me," he said as he knelt in front of her and lifted her chin with his hand, "Do not cry my darling,"
He whispered to her, his voice sounded so ghostlike, almost as though he were a part of her dreams, but he was there, right in front of her. Pocahontas slightly smiled as he brought his lips softly down on hers and she sighed again as he deepened the kiss.
"That whore!"
Cocoum said under his breath as he perched on top of an oak and watched the kiss from across the river.
Nakoma took a step back looking from Cocoum to John alternatively.
"What is going on here?" Nakoma demanded folding her arms across her chest ready to hear the story and John looked at Cocoum obviously expecting Cocoum to finish the tale. Cocoum merely stared back at him defiantly and John sighed turning to Nakoma.
"When I was in England a friend of mine was boasting to me about a true Indian slave he bought from Virginia. I was curious and so I went to see and found Cocoum. I...Well I guess you can say I bought him from my friend and brought him back here to be with his people," John said and Nakoma felt her respect for this man grow. How noble of him to want to return Cocoum to his roots, if only Cocoum would at least look grateful. Cocoum eyed John resentfully as he snorted with laughter.
"You bought me because you knew I could lead you back into the village so you could see Pocahontas again," Cocoum hissed and John blushed beet red under his accusing gaze. Yes John wanted to see her again, he loved her, it was only natural. After he had heard of what John Rolfe had done he had tried to find her but she was long gone back to Virginia.
"I heard she had returned to the village because of John Rolfe, I want to see her again," John appealed to Nakoma who smiled though still disturbed about the way Cocoum was acting.
"She will be happy to see you," Nakoma assured him comfortingly and John smiled at her thankfully.
"Really?" he asked needing to hear it again and Nakoma nodded.
"She thinks of nothing else," Nakoma said truthfully and smiled.
"Stay here, I will bring Pocahontas to you," Nakoma said turning to run off.
Nakoma came upon Pocahontas resting in the longhouse that they shared and Nakoma pulled her to her feet roughly.
"What is the meaning of this Nakoma?" Pocahontas demanded wrenching her arms out of Nakoma's grasp indignantly not quite forgiving Nakoma for being so mean at the lake.
"Do you trust me?" Nakoma asked her eyes shining and Pocahontas stared at her proudly.
"Yes," she said without hesitation and Nakoma smiled.
"Then come with me."
Following Nakoma to the glade was the hardest thing Pocahontas had ever done. Her legs felt weighed down like rocks as she followed her friend's fast pace. Nakoma's face was blank making Pocahontas fear what she would find as she came towards Grandmother willow's glade.
"Alright, wait here," Nakoma, breathed as she leaned her back against the tree to catch her breath.
"Wait for what Nakoma?"
"Your future to change," she replied before slipping away into the forest. Pocahontas sighed and wondered what sort of game her friend was playing. Leaving her place beside the tree she walked towards the waterfall, keeping as silent as a deer.
She walked in, allowing the cool water lap around her ankles and then her knees. As she looked down, she noticed someone behind her, "Nakoma, I see you!" She shouted but no reply came to meet her ears. Pocahontas turned around and wadded back to shore, her legs soaked and along with the hem of her dress. Feeling frustrated she sat down on a rock and waited for whatever Nakoma had planned.
"Pocahontas?"
The young woman gasped, she knew that voice, the same one that had haunted her dreams for the longest time, should she dare to hope?
"Pocahontas?"
"J-John Smith?" The native woman breathed.
"Wingapo Pocahontas," John Smith said as he stepped out from behind the willow tree and stood before her.
"John, is it really you?"
She tried not to let the tears fall from her eyes, "yes, it's me," he said as he knelt in front of her and lifted her chin with his hand, "Do not cry my darling,"
He whispered to her, his voice sounded so ghostlike, almost as though he were a part of her dreams, but he was there, right in front of her. Pocahontas slightly smiled as he brought his lips softly down on hers and she sighed again as he deepened the kiss.
"That whore!"
Cocoum said under his breath as he perched on top of an oak and watched the kiss from across the river.