Chapter 10:

Five days later, Pocahontas still showed no sign of waking up, and the
hope that she ever would began to slowly slip away along with her. Her
skin was beginning to grow ashy, and the bones in her body seemed to show
more pronounced as the days dragged on. The man called William, now had
taken it upon himself to come by since his visit in order to help her to
Powhatan's permision, he was despret to save his daughter. The whiteman's
time with her was always spent alone, as if it were a hidden secret, a
forbiden time that no one should disturb.
It has been nearly two weeks since her fall, and everyone began to prepare
themselves for the enedable.



One afternoon, William sat alone in the medicine man's hut, holding her
hand. Her breathing was slow but even and if one didn't know any better
one would think she was nearly asleep. William pulled out the leather bind
book and began reading from it, his god's words softly filling the small
hut. After a while however, he layed the book aside.
"Pocahontas, I'm here," William whispered, as his lips kissed her cheek,
"open your eyes."
The figure made no movement, not so much as a glimmer of hope was seen.
Even William was beginning to doutb until he felt a slight squeeze from her
hand. Gasping, he repeated her name and again she squeezed his hand, only
more firmly.
"I must," he whispered before jumping up and rushing out to find Nakoma,
Powhatan, anyone so that they to could share in the joy of her simple hand
squeeze. He found her father kneeling and showing a small boy how to
propperly string an arrow.
William spoke softly, so as not to startle them, "wingapo chief Powhatan, I
have news about Pocahontas."
Powhatan quickly dismissed the boy and stood to face him, "news, what is
it?"
"It's good, wonderful news, she squeezed my hand," William said, "there
seems to be a sign of life."



It was the next day, and William sat again and kept his gaze on Pocahontas.
He smiled, remembering the reactions of Thomas and Nakoma, even Powhatan
had been uplifted. However no other signs were apparent except for the
hand squeeze. As William read from The Good Book, repeating his god's
words, telling the stories of miricles, he never would have thought that
he'd see one before his very eyes. It was just after dark, and Nakoma had
brought William a plate of food when the two of them heard a settle
movement coming from Pocahontas's bed.
"What was that?"
Nakoma inquired, leaning closer and gasping at what she saw. In the bed
her best friend ly, a hand raised and dark eyes opened.
"Nakoma, what are you looking at?"
William asked, setting down his plate and walking over;
"My god," he breathed as Pocahontas began mumbling softly.
"Go get Powhatan and Kikada and bring them here," William said but Nakoma
was already gone. William knelt, holding both of Pocahontas's shaking
hands. He bent down, trying to make out her fast coming words, some in
english, some in her native language.
One name, two words escaped her lips, making William almost forget his
whole plann, "John, save me."

*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 10



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