Chapter 8:
Three days after Pocahontas's fall from the cliff, she still had not
awakened from her ingerries. She ly, unmoving in the old medicine man's
hut, her breathing steddy and her color good. An yet her dark eyes
remained closed.
******
"Still nothing new, Thomas?"
Nakoma questioned, late that third day;
"No, not a sound or movement from her," the redhead replied.
"I brought you some food, Powhatan, all of us, we can't find words enough
to thank you for all you've done."
"Think nothing of it Nakoma, thank you," Thomas retorted as he excepted the
plate of food she gave to him. Nakoma motioned for him to sit, which he
obeyed and began eating. The two friends and there eyes never leaving the
young woman that layed just a few feet from them.
"John Smith's death hit her really hard," Nakoma began, hating the
uncomfortable silence between her and the white man.
"Yeah," he replied, looking at Nakoma as if to say, 'Duh.'
"Than you think of something else to talk about," the woman snapped, her
eyes focussing on a log in the fire.
"I don't know, I don't know Nakoma, I'm sick of, well," Thomas began, as he
sighed.
The two sat in silance once again, each obsorbed with there own thoughts;
Nakoma broke it once again, "so, where did you come from before JamesTown?"
"A town a few miles outside of London," Thomas retorted, finishing his
plate of food.
"London, is that your village?"
"Yes, it's a very big village," Thomas replied.
"Really, what's it like?"
Thomas went on, talking and telling Nakoma about all the interesting things
that London had to offer.
********
Later that night, well after sunset, the indian woman knelt beside her best
friend's bed of deer skins, gentley brushing the strands of ebany hair from
her forehead.
"You really need to wake up Pocahontas," she said as she squeezed her hand
and prepared to stand.
"You need to get some sleep."
Nakoma turned to see Thomas standing in the doorway of the hut.
"I'm fine Thomas," Nakoma replied.
"If only you could see yourself, you look horible."
"oh, and you look handsome," she retorted sarcastically.
"Go back to your sleeping hut, I'll watch over her," Thomas said.
"Only if you go back to Jamestown and do the same."
Wearily, Nakoma obeyed, walking past Thomas in to her own hut. Since the
acsadent, Thomas and her had kept a non-stop vigial at there friend's
bedside. Thankfully, Nakoma tied the leather strings of her hut and
quickly fell in to an exausted slumber.
******
After Nakoma had left, Thomas went to notify chief Powhatan that his
daughter had not awakened, that Nakoma had gone to bed, and that he was
leaving and would promptly return the next morning to check on Pocahontas.
After exiting the native's village, he headed for the fort. Wearily, he
past through the gates of the settlement and noticed a crowd of people,
gathered around a newly arived settler. Not in the mood to speak to
anyone, Thomas walked by;
"Sir, if you'll come here a moment," the stranger called out.
Surrpressing a look of anoyance, Thomas followed the man's orders.
"What's your name?"
The man inquired
"Thomas sir," he said.
"I'm William just call me Will," William stated, "i'm here on business for
his majasty."
"Welcome to JamesTown," Thomas greeted. As Thomas looked up, he noticed a
black wig on top of William's head, he brushed it off as being a sign of
wealth and status and turned toward his room at the fort. Deep down, he
hoped that this William would not cause trouble between the white men and
the indians.
*~*~*~*~*~End of Chapter 8*~*~*~*~*~*
Who's William?
Find out in chapter 9!!!!!
Thoughts? ideas? feel free to leave them as always, email or leave a
review!!!!
Thanks truly to all who have reviewed, I hope this chapter wasn't to
boring!!
RR!!!!!
Three days after Pocahontas's fall from the cliff, she still had not
awakened from her ingerries. She ly, unmoving in the old medicine man's
hut, her breathing steddy and her color good. An yet her dark eyes
remained closed.
******
"Still nothing new, Thomas?"
Nakoma questioned, late that third day;
"No, not a sound or movement from her," the redhead replied.
"I brought you some food, Powhatan, all of us, we can't find words enough
to thank you for all you've done."
"Think nothing of it Nakoma, thank you," Thomas retorted as he excepted the
plate of food she gave to him. Nakoma motioned for him to sit, which he
obeyed and began eating. The two friends and there eyes never leaving the
young woman that layed just a few feet from them.
"John Smith's death hit her really hard," Nakoma began, hating the
uncomfortable silence between her and the white man.
"Yeah," he replied, looking at Nakoma as if to say, 'Duh.'
"Than you think of something else to talk about," the woman snapped, her
eyes focussing on a log in the fire.
"I don't know, I don't know Nakoma, I'm sick of, well," Thomas began, as he
sighed.
The two sat in silance once again, each obsorbed with there own thoughts;
Nakoma broke it once again, "so, where did you come from before JamesTown?"
"A town a few miles outside of London," Thomas retorted, finishing his
plate of food.
"London, is that your village?"
"Yes, it's a very big village," Thomas replied.
"Really, what's it like?"
Thomas went on, talking and telling Nakoma about all the interesting things
that London had to offer.
********
Later that night, well after sunset, the indian woman knelt beside her best
friend's bed of deer skins, gentley brushing the strands of ebany hair from
her forehead.
"You really need to wake up Pocahontas," she said as she squeezed her hand
and prepared to stand.
"You need to get some sleep."
Nakoma turned to see Thomas standing in the doorway of the hut.
"I'm fine Thomas," Nakoma replied.
"If only you could see yourself, you look horible."
"oh, and you look handsome," she retorted sarcastically.
"Go back to your sleeping hut, I'll watch over her," Thomas said.
"Only if you go back to Jamestown and do the same."
Wearily, Nakoma obeyed, walking past Thomas in to her own hut. Since the
acsadent, Thomas and her had kept a non-stop vigial at there friend's
bedside. Thankfully, Nakoma tied the leather strings of her hut and
quickly fell in to an exausted slumber.
******
After Nakoma had left, Thomas went to notify chief Powhatan that his
daughter had not awakened, that Nakoma had gone to bed, and that he was
leaving and would promptly return the next morning to check on Pocahontas.
After exiting the native's village, he headed for the fort. Wearily, he
past through the gates of the settlement and noticed a crowd of people,
gathered around a newly arived settler. Not in the mood to speak to
anyone, Thomas walked by;
"Sir, if you'll come here a moment," the stranger called out.
Surrpressing a look of anoyance, Thomas followed the man's orders.
"What's your name?"
The man inquired
"Thomas sir," he said.
"I'm William just call me Will," William stated, "i'm here on business for
his majasty."
"Welcome to JamesTown," Thomas greeted. As Thomas looked up, he noticed a
black wig on top of William's head, he brushed it off as being a sign of
wealth and status and turned toward his room at the fort. Deep down, he
hoped that this William would not cause trouble between the white men and
the indians.
*~*~*~*~*~End of Chapter 8*~*~*~*~*~*
Who's William?
Find out in chapter 9!!!!!
Thoughts? ideas? feel free to leave them as always, email or leave a
review!!!!
Thanks truly to all who have reviewed, I hope this chapter wasn't to
boring!!
RR!!!!!
