Chapter 11:
For a moment, time stood still in the small hut that Pocahontas had been
housed in for weeks. William knelt, as the young woman continued to
slightly tremble.
"Pocahontas, its alright," William whispered, trying to comfort her as
Nakoma, Thomas, and Powhatan rushed in to the hut.
"How is my daughter," Powhatan inquired.
"She's speaking, but mostly trembling," William answered.
"I will look," the medicine man said, stepping through the door. Everyone
moved as he went to her, chanting in the native language.
"John, John, he saved, he saved, me, me," Pocahontas said as a collective
gasp went up through out the people in the hut.
"Why is she saying that? I mean, like that..."
Thomas inquired as the old medicine man felt her forehead, "she is cool, no
fever, so I believe that rules out shock."
"No," was William's quiet reply; but no one seemed to hear him.
"Pocahontas, open your eyes," Nakoma said and all were amazed that she did
so. Her dark eyes stared for a few seconds, gazing at Powhatan's face as
he knelt infront of her.
"F-Father," she said quietly as she raised her hand, touching his face,
"does that mean I'm not dead after all?"
Powhatan took in a breath before replying, "no my daughter, you are not
dead."
"How can that be?"
Powhatan stood as Nakoma knelt before Pocahontas, leaning her face towards
her friend's open dark eyes, "Pocahontas, its...."
"Nakom, Nakoma, than I'm alive, or are you all dead?"
"You're alive, you are not dead," Powhatan said, glancing at Kikada, a look
of bewilderment on his face.
"How can that be?"
Powhatan shifted, looking from Kikada to his daughter, "why is she saying
this?"
However before the man could answer, Pocahontas spoke again, "but, if I am
alive, why is John Smith here?"
"What?"
"John Smith?"
"Here?"
"She's obviously mistaken."
"Maybe she is seeing spirits?"
All the comments came in no particular order as Pocahontas's words flowed
in to all that were present ears, but they could not be overlooked; or,
could they?
"John Smith is dead, you are not," Thomas said.
"No, no, you're wrong, he's been here, he held my hand, he spoke to me,
he's alive."
"No my daughter, that was William, he is a whiteman that has been helping
you. My daughter, you are alive and you will get well, but John is not and
will not get well. Do you understand my daughter?"
"No!"
Everyone flinched as her words fell from her lips, gasping at the strength
and conviction of her voice for one as such in her current condition.
"William, can you explain this?"
Powhatan inquired, turning to face William, but to everyone's surprise,
William was nowhere to be seen, he had slipped out with no one noticing.
"Go get him," Powhatan told Thomas, "we must understand this."
"Yes chief Powhatan," Thomas said before exiting the hut.
"I'm going with him," Nakoma voiced as she followed the redhead out the
door
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Of Chapter 11*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Thanks all who have reviewed, it means so much to me!!!!! You guys
have no idea! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, please read and
review!!!!
Thanks!!!!!!!
For a moment, time stood still in the small hut that Pocahontas had been
housed in for weeks. William knelt, as the young woman continued to
slightly tremble.
"Pocahontas, its alright," William whispered, trying to comfort her as
Nakoma, Thomas, and Powhatan rushed in to the hut.
"How is my daughter," Powhatan inquired.
"She's speaking, but mostly trembling," William answered.
"I will look," the medicine man said, stepping through the door. Everyone
moved as he went to her, chanting in the native language.
"John, John, he saved, he saved, me, me," Pocahontas said as a collective
gasp went up through out the people in the hut.
"Why is she saying that? I mean, like that..."
Thomas inquired as the old medicine man felt her forehead, "she is cool, no
fever, so I believe that rules out shock."
"No," was William's quiet reply; but no one seemed to hear him.
"Pocahontas, open your eyes," Nakoma said and all were amazed that she did
so. Her dark eyes stared for a few seconds, gazing at Powhatan's face as
he knelt infront of her.
"F-Father," she said quietly as she raised her hand, touching his face,
"does that mean I'm not dead after all?"
Powhatan took in a breath before replying, "no my daughter, you are not
dead."
"How can that be?"
Powhatan stood as Nakoma knelt before Pocahontas, leaning her face towards
her friend's open dark eyes, "Pocahontas, its...."
"Nakom, Nakoma, than I'm alive, or are you all dead?"
"You're alive, you are not dead," Powhatan said, glancing at Kikada, a look
of bewilderment on his face.
"How can that be?"
Powhatan shifted, looking from Kikada to his daughter, "why is she saying
this?"
However before the man could answer, Pocahontas spoke again, "but, if I am
alive, why is John Smith here?"
"What?"
"John Smith?"
"Here?"
"She's obviously mistaken."
"Maybe she is seeing spirits?"
All the comments came in no particular order as Pocahontas's words flowed
in to all that were present ears, but they could not be overlooked; or,
could they?
"John Smith is dead, you are not," Thomas said.
"No, no, you're wrong, he's been here, he held my hand, he spoke to me,
he's alive."
"No my daughter, that was William, he is a whiteman that has been helping
you. My daughter, you are alive and you will get well, but John is not and
will not get well. Do you understand my daughter?"
"No!"
Everyone flinched as her words fell from her lips, gasping at the strength
and conviction of her voice for one as such in her current condition.
"William, can you explain this?"
Powhatan inquired, turning to face William, but to everyone's surprise,
William was nowhere to be seen, he had slipped out with no one noticing.
"Go get him," Powhatan told Thomas, "we must understand this."
"Yes chief Powhatan," Thomas said before exiting the hut.
"I'm going with him," Nakoma voiced as she followed the redhead out the
door
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Of Chapter 11*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Thanks all who have reviewed, it means so much to me!!!!! You guys
have no idea! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, please read and
review!!!!
Thanks!!!!!!!
